chapter 87

Ridge

I snort, because he’s got to know the answer to that question could fill a fucking book. And he isn’t even aware of everything that happened after Lawson’s challenge yesterday.

So I just shrug one shoulder, looking out over the horizon as it begins to lighten. “Still here.”

“That you are.” He nods to himself, staring out toward the forest just like I am. “I’m glad to see it. That mate of yours. She sure is something.”

I tense slightly. I can’t quite tell from his tone whether “something” is good or bad, and brace myself for his judgment.

As if he can read my thoughts, he grins, nudging me with his elbow. “Only you could have found yourself a hybrid. Your dad would have liked her, but probably for the wrong reasons. He’d have used her as a tool against the witches, but you’re probably hoping to build bridges or some shit.”

I laugh. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Grady turns toward me, his expression growing more serious as he rubs a hand over his bald head. “I’ve got your back, alp