Remy pushed out of Arden’s arms and sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with you. I know from when I fought the demons—and I’ve now done it twice—that if I didn’t have my powers I’d be dead or their captive. I agree that if they can’t fight you in half-werewolf form then I don’t think they’ll stand a chance with demons, not to mention those nasty little minions. I can burn those flying fuckers to a crisp, but the men you’re training can’t do that, unless they can carry around flame throwers and then they have to be able to control the blaze so it doesn’t hurt anyone else.”
Ava walked in and snarled, “Shit, I hate it that the psycho is right.” Ava gave Remy a dirty look as she insulted her.
Arden groaned. He knew Ava wasn’t a fan of Remy after what she did to him.
Logan entered the room behind Ava, and he wore a shit-eating grin. “I love it when I’m right.” He rubbed his hands together. “Can I put General Beal through the paces first? He’s really pissing me off lately.”
Oh, the general was pissing a lot of werewolves off. Arden had to fight with his wolf about not taking General Beal out. He looked around him at Sebastian, his sister, and brother-in-law. “We talk to Rane, and if he agrees with us, we outvote anyone else.”
They nodded, and for the first time in months Arden felt in control and ready to get back to life.
* * * *
Remy was feeling good. They’d spent yesterday at the military base working on a new way to train the men. Remy had helped convince Rane, Jamie, and Devlin that they needed to be tougher on the recruits. She was feeling useful.
When they had left late in the afternoon Arden took her to her house so she could grab some more of her things, and she’d driven her car back so she had wheels. But since Arden didn’t like to be without her, Remy had a feeling she wasn’t going to be driving her car for a while.
Before they went to the base today Arden was taking her to the pub to see if she could get a job.
“I’ll be going out tonight to fight. I’ve had a couple of nights off, and they need me. You will stay at home. There is cable you can watch, or you could buy an eBook. If you want to go to bed, I’ll wake you when I get home.”
Remy looked across at him as he drove down the winding streets. His eyes didn’t leave the road. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you.” Oh, she’d heard what he said, but she was giving him a chance to redeem himself.
Arden’s gaze flickered over to her, and she narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn’t backing down. “I said I will be going out fighting tonight, and you will not leave our house,” he said very slowly.
“Aha, that’s what I thought you said, dickhead. You’re an idiot. You need to rephrase that.”
The arrogant wolf shrugged. “You’re staying at home tonight while I go out and kill demons.”
Wanker. Mother fucker. “So I get to stay home while you go out and fight bad guys? Do you want me to have dinner in the oven waiting for you?” she asked in a sweet-as-syrup voice.
“That’s about right. And dinner would be nice.”
She studied Arden’s face to see if he was joking, but his lips were set in a straight line and his eyes focused on the road without blinking. “What if I don’t want to stay home but want come and help kill some demons?”
Arden pulled into a parking spot, and she looked over to see a rough looking pub. Motorbikes sat out front, and from what she could see, a good eighty percent of the customers were men. Arden started to get out of the car, but she grabbed him.
“Hey, I asked you a question.”
Arden’s brown eyes turn dark, and Remy fought to hold his stare. “No.”
“What the fuck do you mean no?”
“Just that, no. No, you will not come out to kill demons. You will stay home where it’s safe.”
“Oh my God, you didn’t just say that. What about Faith, Kirby, and Sara? They go out and help fight.”
He grunted, shook her hand off, and got out the car. Remy followed, her anger rising. She shook with annoyance when he didn’t answer her. She stood in front of him with her arms crossed.
“I don’t think they should have ever been okayed to fight,” Arden said. “I don’t think women should fight. I mean, look what happened to you.”
Ooooh, she just wanted to kick him, and with her good, black wedges. She knew it wouldn’t hurt him, but it would make her feel better. “You’re a frigging caveman. I’m an independent woman. I don’t like being told I can’t do something. You are not the boss of me. I can do what I like.”