Something about Zoey’s attitude made her wonder if something awkward had occured that night, Genevieve was trying to put two and two together, and the last of her ideas was; that perhaps Joseph and Zoey got too lovey-dovey and Genevieve was left behind, again. She loved them truly but she could hardly tolerate to witness that kind of affection specially when her own love life was far too depressing.
She realized she had left Zoey outside, waiting. Rude of her. The vampire shook her head and opened the door as she made her way in, Genevieve’s room was the living image of her whole personality. Everything was in place, her designer bags piled up perfectly, a pair of high heels peeking from under her boudoir, where her makeup and a couple of perfumes sat carefully, organized as the rest of the place. The oval mirror had a fine diamond necklace hanging from the top, draping down giving the illusion it had some sort of precious side bangs. Her lights were dimmed down and the whole place smelled like her. Rich, musky.
“Well…” she threw herself onto the bed, arms crossed over her chest “… I am having some serious amnesia issues this morning. All I know is that I woke up here, in my fresh pajamas, hair clean, no makeup, with my eyes swollen as though I spent the night crying”
“Feel that scent?” she inquired pointing at her leather jacket hanging on the chair, the jacket she wore the night before “Lycan. And it isn’t yours…”
There was definitely a smell lurking in the room. Under the overtone of perfume, hair spray, makeup and well, Genevieve, there was a smell that was all too familiar. Every wolf knew it because it was just that, wolf. Just as Genevieve had described it. Turned out Zoey’s senses weren’t as shoddy as she thought.
Carefully strolling into the near-pristine bedroom, Zoey made herself at home on the spare bed, inhaling deeply again just to familiarise herself with her new surroundings. They were literally right across from each other, but their rooms still looked different. Zoey’s had a view of the city, and there was opposite, all sparkling lights and booming music. It might have kept her up for a while, but her heart beat would eventually match to the thumping bass, and she’d fall asleep dreaming of elsewhere.
“Looks like someone took care of you, then.” She replied, crossing her legs and watching her friend as she spoke. How many werewolves were there on this trip? Her, Joseph, Viktor, Lady (who she hadn’t seen or heard from), and Anastasia. Five. Now, how many of those guys did Gen know? “Hey, maybe it was Vik?”
