I threw off the covers and slid to the end of the bed. “You made some mistakes. Sure. But you can’t take the full weight of this on your shoulders.”

“You didn’t see what I saw. My mate on the floor, half-dead at the hands of my pack. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve known what was happening. I—”

“Stop!” I stood up, gripping his arms and giving him a little shake. “Stop it. You can’t know everything. Even you, the great, almighty Donovan. Sometimes people will surprise you, in good ways and bad.”

“Well consider me thoroughly surprised. I nearly lost everything.” He pulled me to sit on the bed again. “Sebastian came by a few days ago. He was sorry he missed you.”

Sebastian, who was also in the Seven, was his closest friend. Was Donovan actually considering leaving the Council? “Was he here because you’re leaving the Seven?”

“No. For something else, although we did talk of that.” He sighed. “After all this with Saoirse, I wonder if I should keep the pack. If they don’t want me, then why stay?” He grasped my hand, linking our fingers together. “It seems like a lot of work to fix. It’s something we’d have to do together, so we need to decide together.”

“Me? You want me to help decide?” I shook my head. “It’s really thoughtful that you’re including me, but I don’t know this pack. I don’t know what it could be if it were healthy. I’ve seen one very bad side of it. Honestly, I’d say ditch them, but that might not be fair.”

“No. It’s fair. So what do we do?”

He wanted me to decide this, too? “I have no clue.”

“I’ve an idea.” He turned on the bed, sitting cross-legged. I mirrored him, and our knees touched. “We haven’t had time for dates or doing anything but racing around hunting witches, dealing with fey drama, and trying to figure out my pack. Let’s take the time now.”

Take the time? I liked the sound of that. We’d been going a mile a minute for the last couple of months, but take time for what, exactly? “What do you mean?”

He smiled, and it was as if the room brightened. “I talked to the pack before I woke you. The next full moon is eight days away, and I’ve already cleaned house. I’m giving them that time to lick their wounds and talk amongst themselves. I’ve done what I can for now. I honestly don’t want to campaign for them when I don’t even know if I still want the job. So, the rest will be done at the full moon. Which means we have eight whole days. We’re taking a holiday.”

Warmth filled me as I thought about all the awesomeness of that word. “A holiday?”