She figured they could at least have a magazine in the room, but no. Nothing but five horribly uncomfortable chairs and a wall to stare at. No pictures. No windows. It was a nightmare. Gabriel had been gone longer than she had hoped he would. She wasn’t comfortable being there and was more than ready to leave. She had been ready to leave within five minutes of them getting there. The sooner they were out the front door, the better. Freaking werewolves. Who didn’t decorate their waiting room? Even gynecologists did that and those sadists got off sticking cold metal objects up a woman’s hoo-ha. Okay, maybe I’m being a bit overdramatic, she thought as she paced the room. When Gabriel finally shadowed the doorway, Lila almost launched herself at him. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but the grim look on his face told her that they weren’t going anywhere. Her shoulders slumped. She opened her mouth, intent on asking him what had transpired between himself and the werewolf leaders, when he stepped forward and pushed a loose strand of her hair out of her face.
