Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to get any work done today. I only had a little time to get things ready, starting with taking the little purple pills which would help the pain of heat and maybe give me a little more time before the full onset so if I needed to run out and get some supplies I could.

I lowered the shades in my bedroom and grabbed the extra blankets from the closet. My room wasn’t anywhere close to a nest, but I did the best I could. It was a far cry from the gorgeous nest at the pack’s house. What did I call them as a group? Did they have a pack name? I needed to ask.

If they called.

Horror struck me. We hadn’t exchanged information. I knew where they lived and worked, and they knew my name. That was it. I couldn’t go down to Nautilus now.

I shook my head and grabbed the temporary suppressors. They didn’t do much, but they took the edge off, and I felt myself relaxing as I fixed my bed with the blankets and pillows, grabbed water, and changed into the slouchiest, comfiest sweats I owned. Time to marathon bad romance movies and pretend the world didn’t exist for the next few days.

The pain hit in earnest an hour later, and I wrapped myself around a body pillow, shuddering and waiting for the pills to really kick in. Once they did, it would be a dull, pulsing ache until the heat truly started.

My phone rang somewhere buried in the blankets, and I ignored it. It rang again, and I ignored it again. Finally, on the third call, I growled, scrambling for it in the blankets, fully prepared to throw it against the wall. Eva’s name was on the screen, but the call ended. She could leave a message.

It rang again in my hand, and I slid my finger across the screen. “What?”

“Hello to you too.”

Another wave of pain rolled through me, and I grit my teeth. “What do you need, Eva?”

“What do I need? Girl, I need details. Like every fucking one about you and your new pack? You know? The one who’s courting you?”

I froze, unable to keep my eyes open and my voice steady at the same time. “How do you know about that?”

“Ben texted me last night after you left, absolutely mortified they hadn’t gotten your phone number and asked me to ask you if I could give it to them.”

“Oh.” I took a deep, even breath in. “Yeah, that’s fine. You can give it to them.”

“Are you okay?”

The worst part about having a twin was they knew everything about you. Including what you sounded like when you were in pain and when you were lying. I tried anyway. “I’m fine. Why?”