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I sighed. Although I was tired, I was excited at the thought of Richard being in the house, of him coming to me, maybe. Instead of sex we were going to have another session of hand-holding, and shoulder-crying. Damn it.

I felt my shoulders slump and forced myself to stand upright again. I didn’t have to ask why Merle had told me. Who else would Richard take comfort from? I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure he’d take comfort from me.

I went for the door. Merle held it open for me, and I walked under his arm without having to duck. “Thanks for telling me, Merle,” I muttered as I went out into the darkened living room.

Shang-Da was leaning against the wall by the open doorway that led into the kitchen. He looked as uncomfortable as I’d ever seen him. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. What was going on?

Caleb was settled on the couch with a blanket and an extra pillow. He was sitting up, the blanket bunched in his lap. He was nude from the waist up and probably nude from the waist down if no one had made him wear jammies. I hoped someone had remembered to put a sheet on the couch. He watched me walk across the room, and even in the dim light from the kitchen I didn’t like the way his eyes followed me.

“Nice robe,” he said.

I ignored him and went for the doorway. Richard sat at the kitchen table. He’d opened all the curtains so that the room was filled with the soft light of dawn. His shoulder-length hair had been blow-dried to a soft, fluffy mass. I could never blow-dry my hair without it turning to something thick and awful-looking. The early morning light made his hair look more golden than normal, less brown. He looked up, and I realized the gold glow was a halo effect of the rising sun. It painted a nimbus of shining gold around him, leaving his hair light brown around his face, making the skin at the center of his body look even darker than it was, almost like it was in shadow.

I had a moment to see the shine of tears on his shadowed face, then he lowered his head and twisted in his chair so I couldn’t see. The movement placed more of his body in the burning golden light, but the illusion of halos and shadow was gone.

I walked to the table, stood close enough to touch his bare shoulder, not sure if I should. “Richard, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, still not looking at me.

I reached out, touched the smoothness of his shoulder gently. He didn’t tell me to go away, and he didn’t pull away. Okay. I touched the tears on the cheek closest to me, smoothed them away with my hand. It reminded me of comforting Nathaniel earlier.

I touched Richard’s chin, turned his face to me, and dried the tears on his other cheek with the sleeve of my robe. “Talk to me, Richard, please.”

He smiled. Maybe it was the “please.” I didn’t use that word often. “I’ve never seen this before.” He touched the sleeve very gently.

I wasn’t going to be distracted, not even by him noticing what I’d worn with him in mind. “You have to be as tired as I am, Richard. What’s keeping you up?”

He looked down, then up, and there was such sorrow in his dark eyes, that I almost said, no, don’t, but he needed to talk. “Louisa is in jail, and Guy is dead.”

I frowned. “I don’t know the names.”

“Louisa is one of our newest wolves.” He looked down again, not meeting my eyes. “Guy is her fiancé . . . husband. Was her husband.” He covered his face with his hands, shaking his head over and over and over.

I held his wrists, lowered his hands so I could see his eyes. “Richard, talk to me.”

His hands turned in my grip, holding my hands. We held hands while I watched the pain in his eyes spill out in words. “Louisa killed Guy on their honeymoon, yesterday. I got the call just before I came here.”

“I still don’t understand. It’s awful, tragic, but . . .” I said.

“I was her sponsor. I trained her to control her beast, and she lost that control on her honeymoon in the middle of . . .” He lowered his head, and raised my hands so that his forehead rested against the back of my hands.

“She lost control in the middle of sex,