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the
counter and plugged in the kettle. Blair smiled at her gratefully. She agreed
that this conversation needed tea.
    Blair
dropped the teabags into the teapot, took hold of the cups, milk and sugar,
placing them on the table. The steam made the kettle start to whistle, and Myra
filled the teapot.
    They
sat down at the small oak kitchen table and matching chairs. Blair added sugar
and milk into her tea, and gathered her thoughts. She looked up at Myra, who
was waiting patiently for her to start.
    Blair
took a sip of the hot tea, then cleared her throat. “I
went to the hunt today and dropped off the cookies. While I was wandering
around and visiting, I found Cassie’s phone sitting on a bench. I picked it up
to take it to her, but it started ringing, so I thought I had better answer it
as she was nowhere around. It was Cassie’s grandmother. She told me her
grandfather had a stroke and was not doing well. I tried to get hold of
Michael, but he was in a meeting so I found Cassie and told her.”
    Myra
looked at her with sympathy. “I think any of us would have done the same.”
    “Cassie
wanted to get Michael. I told her there was no time. I had tried several times,
but there was no answer. I left a message with Michael so he could meet us
there. I had no idea if her grandfather would live. Her grandmother sounded
very dire on the phone.”
    Myra
took her hand and squeezed it comfortingly.
    “We
got to the hospital, and I could smell shifter drugs that mimic strokes. It was
really strong, as otherwise I would not have scented it.” Blair didn’t have to
explain to Myra about her sense of smell being weaker than many shifters’.
    Myra
put her hand over her mouth and looked just as scared as Blair felt.
    Blair
could feel her stomach churning again just thinking about it. “I tried to get
Cassie out of there, as I knew at that moment it was a trap. We were accosted
in the parking lot, and Lucas took her.”
    “Oh
Goddess,” Myra whispered. “Blair, please don’t think this is all
your fault. You didn’t know.”
    “I
should have known better, so technically, it is my fault. Michael is furious.
He gave me to Cole to punish as he pleases. He was so angry with me. You should
have seen him. He had every right to be that angry with me.”
    Myra
took a sip of her tea. "Does that mean what I think it means when you say
Cole is to punish you?" Myra asked with a knowing look.
    "Who
knows, Myra? But you should have seen Michael. He was so angry. It is the only
time I have ever been scared of him in my life. This very well may be the end
of Cole and me for good, Myra. I can’t see how he would be interested in me
after what I have done.”
    Myra
took Cassie’s hand. “Did you plan it out to hurt Cassie? No. You were trying to
help her see her grandfather. You have been gone a while, and you lost your own
grandmother last year. I know Michael well, and he will know this. Michael is
just worried, and Cole does love you. Have you heard anything?”
    “Yes,
Cassie has been found, but she isn’t doing well. They are taking her straight
to Doctor Trask.” Blair drank her tea hoping it would calm her stomach. She was
finding the heat of the tea was beginning to sooth her nausea.
    “So, what now?”
    “Now,
I wait for Cole. He sent a text message that when he got back he would pick me
up.”
    Myra
took a deep breath. “How about you try and get some sleep? You know Doctor
Trask is an excellent doctor. Cassie is in good hands.”
    Blair
nodded silently. “I guess I can lie on the couch.”
    Myra
pushed away from the table and walked back into the living room. She pulled the
blanket off of the armchair and fluffed the couch pillow. “Here, even if you
just rest your eyes a bit. You need some sleep. You have circles under your
eyes.”
    “Thank
you.” Blair hugged Myra, thankful she was such a good friend to her. She closed
her eyes with the intention of just resting for a bit, but sleep claimed her.
    ****
    Blair
woke up to