Chapter 13

FEYRE

My eyes widen as I remember the clothes I'd been wearing. Now I don't really blame Alpha Zade for getting suspicious. But he would have been able to smell it on me if anything had happened.

"Just shut up and stop thinking about him," I chastised myself, picking out the new toothbrush from the toiletries bag in the bathroom.

I step out after brushing my teeth and start picking through my clothes that are strewn about on the floor, a bad habit I have never been able to get rid of since my teenage years.

I get into the old clothes and fling my braid over my shoulder, I look at myself in the mirror, check the sides of my lips for any drool or excess toothpaste, when I don't find any. I walk out, with my phone in my hand.

I knock on Dylan's door a few times but get no response, my eyes keep straying to the door opposite mine, I keep my eyes more on it than where I'm putting my feet.

I try knocking again but still nothing, I strain my ears and whe