Chapter 22: Witches and Alphas
**Kait**
The bar is quiet, a welcome relief from the past few days. Marcey sits across the bar, her eyes never leaving me.
Ever since I passed out (twice), she’s barely left my side except to work, which she does reluctantly.
She keeps glancing over her shoulder and tapping her finger on the rim of her glass. Her hair is in an unusual state of disarray, and she bites her lips with obvious unease.
“You don’t have to worry,” I tell her. I don’t think either one of them will be coming here anytime soon. Things are way too crazy right now.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” she explains. “Just you being here could be dangerous. We are at the edge of a territory war, and you’re literally smack in the middle of it. This bar just happens to lie between the two territories.
“You shouldn’t be working, let alone outside of the apartment.”
I sigh and smile at her. “I appreciate your concern, but I’m a big girl. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was sixteen.”