His expression darkened. “You refused to come for us, and now you return home at this hour. What exactly are you trying to do?”
Before I could answer, a soft voice drifted from the guest room.
“Selene… have you been drinking? The scent is making me uncomfortable.”
I turned sharply.
Rosalie stood in the doorway, pale beneath the lamplight, one hand resting lightly against the frame as though she needed support.
For a heartbeat, I simply stared.
I had thought Lucian had settled her elsewhere after bringing her back from the healer’s den.
I had not expected him to bring her into the Alpha house.
Into my home.
Absurd did not begin to cover it.
I looked at Lucian calmly.
“Would you like me to stay at an inn tonight?” I asked. “Or would you prefer to take Rosalie there yourselves?”
“Selene!” Lucian’s voice rose immediately. “How can you think so filthily?”
I almost laughed.
“Do not raise your voice to cover your guilty conscience,” I said coldly. “Am I the filthy-minded one?”
Then I turned to Rosalie.
“You fainted yesterday because I sealed my mindlink? Do not pretend to be so fragile. I sealed him out as well. And if the scent of wine bothers you, then close your door and sleep.”