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washed over her like a healing salve, soothing her wounded soul.
    She squeezed her eyes shut. No. She couldn’t go there with a guy again. She couldn’t let one in. Especially one who was in it for the money.
    The other side of her bed squeaked under his weight. “Cara tells me you haven’t left this room in two days.”
    She sighed and rolled to face him. “I think I was wrong. My parents are strong. They have to still be alive. I can’t miss their call.”
    “You need to shower and eat.”
    He wasn’t telling her anything new. But just the thought of leaving the bed weighed her down like iron chains.
    “Asha. I’m sure if your parents were here they wouldn’t want you to do this. And if they call while you’re in the shower, what’s the worst that could happen? They’ll either tell you to stay put, or it’s all clear and to come home. Either way, missing the call to take care of yourself won’t make a difference.”
    She sat up, leaned against the headboard and crossed her arms over her chest.
    Liam clenched his jaw and growled. He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out again.
    Her life had crashed down around her in the span of two gunshots. The two shots that continued to ring through her ears over and over like bad song lyrics.
    She’d never done anything on her own before. Her parents or her pack had always been there. A large extended family that looked after and protected the only daughter of the pack Alpha. They vacationed together. Picnicked together. Spent birthdays, holidays, everything together. All forty of them. Old, married, single, babies. Until the last couple of years, anyway.
    “I’ve never been alone before,” she said.
    He rubbed his face. “I understand. But if they’ve passed on, they didn’t die so you could lie in bed all day feeling sorry for yourself.”
    His words stabbed through her and twisted like a serrated knife. “I don’t feel sorry for myself.”
    He slapped the bed. “Then get up. Take a shower. Eat something. Start over.”
    “It’s easy for you to say that. You’ve never been where I am.”
    He clenched and unclenched his jaw several times. “No,” he said. “It isn’t easy for me to say that.”
    Her father would kick her butt for acting this way. “I’ll shower in a while. I promise.”
    The blanket she had wrapped herself in was pulled from her. “Get up.”
    “Hey!” She grabbed for the blanket, but he threw it out the door.
    Liam went into her bathroom and started the water in her tub. He returned, scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom while she beat on his back for him to put her down. He stood her on her feet. She pushed away and steadied herself on the counter. Her head spun and her stomach growled. The lack of food made her legs shake and her head lighten.
    “You need to bathe.”
    “Okay, okay,” she growled.
    When she didn’t move, he cocked an eyebrow. “Do I need to help you?”
    “You weren’t paid to do that part.” She grabbed the door, trying to close it on him.
    He stepped outside, and she slammed the door in his face.
    “I’ll find you a towel,” he called.
    Natasha leaned her head on the door and sucked in a ragged breath. His cologne lingered in the air, sexy and masculine. Damn Alpha. Why couldn’t he just go back to his female and leave her be?
    Fumbling with her clothes, she peeled them from her body and threw them to the floor. The hoodie had been a gift from her friend Cole, Daniel’s brother, for her seventeenth birthday. The cami and yoga pants she’d bought for a class the year before. She tossed them in the trash.
    After stepping into the warm water, she sank down into it. She shut off the faucet and slipped under. Holding her breath and opening her eyes, she stared at the ceiling above, watching the water move. How long would it take to drown? Her lungs burned and her throat tightened. The creak of the door opening startled her into a sitting position.
    She threw her arms over her bare breasts