Chapter 43. 24:11

Tessa’s POV

Darcy doesn’t come.

She tries. She gets as far as standing up, swaying, and announcing that she’ll be my wingwoman “spiritually and physically,” before she turns gray and sits back down on the bed with both hands pressed to her bandages.

“Okay,” she gasps. “Spiritually only.”

“You’re staying here.”

“I’m calling Knox.” She already has her phone out. “You are not walking into 24:11 alone at midnight in that dress with your heart doing whatever it’s doing right now. I can hear it from here and I’m not even a wolf.”

Knox picks up on the first ring. He’s there in eleven minutes, in a hoodie and the face of a man who’s been woken up and is not happy about it.

“Explain,” he says from the doorway.

I hold up my phone. The Cadston Howl photo.

He looks at it for a long moment. His jaw shifts.

“That doesn’t look like a date,” he says finally.

“It looks exactly like a date.”

“He’s sitt