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“I don’t know.” He pulled the rubber band free and ran his hands through his hair. “No tracks were found outside in the backyard. I’m positive he’s lied to me more than once. What am I supposed to believe?” He was desperate for any advice he could get. The thought of his mate being mentally ill made his heart hurt. Murphy was so witty and handsome, so full of life. There had to be a way to help him.
“That’s a tough call. The only thing I can tell you is keep an eye on him, watch for anyone hanging around his bookstore, and watch him. You should be able to figure it out sooner or later.” Maverick leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know our mates come to us with issues. They all have so far. Murphy’s may be mental, but we’re all still going to be there for both of you. Just keep him safe, even from himself if that’s the case.”
Ludo stared down at his hands that were resting on his knees. He picked at his thumbnail as he worried that it all might be in his mate’s head. “And if it turns out that this Maribel is a figment of his imagination?”
“Then we cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Ludo blew out a weary breath and nodded. The weight of the world felt as though it were perched on his shoulders. He needed to find out if Maribel was real.
His mate’s very sanity depended on it.
* * * *
Oliver sat back on the couch in the den watching the other mate’s play the video games. “Do you think he’s really crazy?”
Drew shrugged as he splayed his hands in front of him. “He never seemed crazy to me.”
“Yeah, me either.” Oliver ran his hand over his jaw. He’d never met an unbalanced person before—this didn’t include his father—but Murphy didn’t seem the type. A little nutty but not crazy.
Something just didn’t add up. He saw the woman in the store, had seen the fear in Murphy’s eyes when she walked past the window. He didn’t think the mate was lying, and he definitely didn’t think he was crazy.
He would keep his eyes and his ears open. There had to be a way to prove the bookstore owner—and now mate—wasn’t making things up.
Oliver just prayed he could find the proof. He liked Murphy and didn’t want him to be locked away.
* * * *
Murphy pulled the blanket up to his chin, his fingers curling around the fabric. The images of Maribel standing in that window, the night a backdrop to her crazed look burned into his brain. He had never seen anything more frightening in his life.
Too bad no one believed him. He knew she was real, even if no one else did.
He reached up and rubbed the lump on the back of his head and winced. He was about tired of being injured and really tired of being a victim.
Murphy grew angry as he thought of all the things Maribel had done and how he was the only one who thought she was real.
He threw the blankets back. Fine, if no one believed him, then he didn’t need to be here. Pity was one thing he wasn’t going to watch enter everyone’s eyes when they looked at him.
He wasn’t crazy.
Murphy pulled Ludo’s shirt off. An overwhelming sadness took over at the thought of leaving the dark and lovely wolf, but he wasn’t going to stay somewhere he was pitied or they thought he was lying.
He tossed the oversized shirt roughly to the floor as he pulled his shirt over his head and tied his sneakers back onto his feet.
Fuck all of them. He was getting out of this damn zoo and never looking back. His apartment was almost packed, and all he had to do was hire a packing and moving company to get the store taken care of. He would leave Maribel in the dust and all these wild kingdom animals as well.
That’ll teach them to think he was lying. He didn’t have to put up with this. It wasn’t as if he was stuck here. He could walk out the front door anytime he wanted to.
That golden dick wasn’t worth being locked up in a padded room. To hell with proving anything. Once he was
“I don’t know.” He pulled the rubber band free and ran his hands through his hair. “No tracks were found outside in the backyard. I’m positive he’s lied to me more than once. What am I supposed to believe?” He was desperate for any advice he could get. The thought of his mate being mentally ill made his heart hurt. Murphy was so witty and handsome, so full of life. There had to be a way to help him.
“That’s a tough call. The only thing I can tell you is keep an eye on him, watch for anyone hanging around his bookstore, and watch him. You should be able to figure it out sooner or later.” Maverick leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know our mates come to us with issues. They all have so far. Murphy’s may be mental, but we’re all still going to be there for both of you. Just keep him safe, even from himself if that’s the case.”
Ludo stared down at his hands that were resting on his knees. He picked at his thumbnail as he worried that it all might be in his mate’s head. “And if it turns out that this Maribel is a figment of his imagination?”
“Then we cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Ludo blew out a weary breath and nodded. The weight of the world felt as though it were perched on his shoulders. He needed to find out if Maribel was real.
His mate’s very sanity depended on it.
* * * *
Oliver sat back on the couch in the den watching the other mate’s play the video games. “Do you think he’s really crazy?”
Drew shrugged as he splayed his hands in front of him. “He never seemed crazy to me.”
“Yeah, me either.” Oliver ran his hand over his jaw. He’d never met an unbalanced person before—this didn’t include his father—but Murphy didn’t seem the type. A little nutty but not crazy.
Something just didn’t add up. He saw the woman in the store, had seen the fear in Murphy’s eyes when she walked past the window. He didn’t think the mate was lying, and he definitely didn’t think he was crazy.
He would keep his eyes and his ears open. There had to be a way to prove the bookstore owner—and now mate—wasn’t making things up.
Oliver just prayed he could find the proof. He liked Murphy and didn’t want him to be locked away.
* * * *
Murphy pulled the blanket up to his chin, his fingers curling around the fabric. The images of Maribel standing in that window, the night a backdrop to her crazed look burned into his brain. He had never seen anything more frightening in his life.
Too bad no one believed him. He knew she was real, even if no one else did.
He reached up and rubbed the lump on the back of his head and winced. He was about tired of being injured and really tired of being a victim.
Murphy grew angry as he thought of all the things Maribel had done and how he was the only one who thought she was real.
He threw the blankets back. Fine, if no one believed him, then he didn’t need to be here. Pity was one thing he wasn’t going to watch enter everyone’s eyes when they looked at him.
He wasn’t crazy.
Murphy pulled Ludo’s shirt off. An overwhelming sadness took over at the thought of leaving the dark and lovely wolf, but he wasn’t going to stay somewhere he was pitied or they thought he was lying.
He tossed the oversized shirt roughly to the floor as he pulled his shirt over his head and tied his sneakers back onto his feet.
Fuck all of them. He was getting out of this damn zoo and never looking back. His apartment was almost packed, and all he had to do was hire a packing and moving company to get the store taken care of. He would leave Maribel in the dust and all these wild kingdom animals as well.
That’ll teach them to think he was lying. He didn’t have to put up with this. It wasn’t as if he was stuck here. He could walk out the front door anytime he wanted to.
That golden dick wasn’t worth being locked up in a padded room. To hell with proving anything. Once he was
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