For Bear Or For Worse (Pure Blood 1) by Meredith Clarke Page A

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                  No, I couldn't even think it. I could not let anyone in the society know that I had slept with Avery. It would completely destroy me. It would destroy everything that I had spent my life working for. I couldn't allow a human to destroy me. Zoey had suspicions however, that was why she had called me like a maniac all night long. Seeing that message that morning, “she's human,” it had just about undone me. I would have to convince Zoey that nothing had happened between Avery and I.
                  I hit the shower and got the grunge of the fight washed off me. I dressed quickly and sat on the bench in the locker room, thinking about my options. I would have to talk to Zoey, the sooner the better.
                  I decided to make a quick call to Zoey. She answered with her usual bite.
                  “Where the fuck have you been, Cole? I have only left like a dozen messages on your phone. I have been trying to get a hold of both you and Avery since you two mysteriously disappeared at the club. But neither of you are answering my calls, which leads me to believe the worst.”
                  “I have no idea what happened to Avery that night. I went to go get a drink and I was called into work for an emergency. I told Avery goodnight and that was the end of it. She probably just went home.”
                  “What? Are you sure? Why isn't she answering me then?”  I was surprised that she genuinely sounded concerned.
                  “I don't now. Maybe she is hung over. But nothing happened between Avery and I. So your crazy texts were for nothing.”
                  “Wow, I really thought you guys went home together. It totally freaked me out.”
                  I groaned inwardly, “Nope, it's all good.”
                  “Well in that case I should be very worried about Avery. I assumed she was safely tucked away with you, but what if something happened to her at the bar or afterwards? She could be hurt.”
                  “Oh, I'm sure she is fine, you're just overreacting. In fact, now that I think about it, when I left the club one of the bouncers mentioned to me that he saw her leave in a cab. So I'm sure she is just at home nursing a hangover. Those humans don't recover quite like we do, Zoey.”
                  Zoey seemed to believe my story, although it was a flawed one. I knew that I would have to talk to Avery before Zoey did and convince her not to say anything to Zoey. After the way I treated her by just leaving without a word she didn't owe me any loyalty, but I was hoping she wouldn't rat me out anyways. That would go over real well.
                  I made my next call to Avery and held my breath as the phone rang. The only play I had was to get her to hate me in order for her not to say anything, I wasn't thrilled about what I had to do, but it was my survival at stake.

             
    Chapter Eleven
    Avery
     
                  I was lying on my bed with my eyes closed when my phone started ringing. Fucking phone calls. I was really in no mood to talk to anyone. Zoey had been blowing up my phone all day and I just couldn't even bear to talk to her. After waking up to find Cole gone, I had been in a pretty foul mood. All I could do was think about the night that I had with Cole and how he had ruined it for me. I thought things had been perfect between us and yet I couldn't have been more wrong. I rolled over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table. I glanced at the number and furrowed my brow. I didn't recognize the phone number, which probably meant that I wouldn't enjoy the phone call. Unknown numbers were usually people you didn't like or bill collectors. Either way, it was never a good thing. I considered for a moment the joys of just letting it go to voicemail but I thought that it