There was a retching sound from the top of the stairs. Then another. And a third.
I pulled back and thumped my head against his chest. I heard his heartbeat racing—no matter what form he was in, that was mine. I breathed in heavy, the scent of his sweat, with its undertone of vetiver.
“Let me guess,” he said, after a long inhale. “The sound of retching is like a mating call to a wild nurse.”
“If I leave her alone, she might puke in her hair.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“It was supposed to be.” I stepped back from him. Parts of my body ached with regret. He looked disheveled, like I’d mauled him, which I supposed I had. “I can’t just leave her.”
“You can’t just leave anyone. It’s one of your biggest virtues, and one of your worst flaws.” He bent down, picked up his dress shirt from his floor, and pulled it on. “Go.”
Unsure if he was mad at me, but sure I was doing the right thing regardless, I ran up the stairs before I could embarrass myself or screw up anything any further.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Gina had crawled out of the tub and made it to the toilet. She was laying there, her face pressed against its side. Thank God Asher’s maid, or some personal OCD streak of his own, had left this bathroom spotless, almost sterile. I’d feel bad if I’d brought Gina to someplace strewn with pubic hairs to hurl. I flushed the toilet and turned on the air vents.
“Why did I do this to myself?” Gina mused aloud.
“Love?” I guessed, though I knew she was being rhetorical. I knelt beside her and stroked her hair back from her face.
“I never should have even gotten infected. I should have known better.”
“Better to know now than change your mind after the moon.” I got comfortable sitting on the floor, using some towels to buffer my ankles. “Let me get this straight. You were dating a were … bear?”
She nodded sorrowfully, her face cradled against the side of the porcelain bowl.
“I have to ask. Were there any brightly colored insignias on his chest? Like a rainbow, or an ice cream cone?”
“What?” she said, peering up.
“You know. Like a Care Bear.”
“Fuck you, Edie.” She closed her eyes, like that would make me disappear.
“I’m just saying that if I were dating a were-bear, I would carefully check him over for any lame tattoos. Like of candy canes. Or sunshine.”
“Fuck you and fucking were-bears.” She snorted. I thought it might have become a laugh if she hadn’t thrown up again.
* * *
Asher knocked politely about ten minutes later, before opening up the door. “If I’ve learned anything from watching pornography, it’s that women at slumber parties need blankets and pillows. And perhaps also empty garbage cans.” He set everything he’d brought down on the bathroom counter. “I’ll be in the bedroom down the hall. Please call me before you two start to wrestle.”
“Will do,” I promised as he shut the door.
“How do you know him?” Gina asked me.
“We saw each other, once or twice.”
“You broke up with that?” she inferred. I was saved from explaining by her having another wave of nausea.
* * *
My phone was ringing when I woke up. I was on Asher’s bathroom floor, stiff and store.
“Ugh.” I pushed myself upright. Gina was still snoring, so I knew she’d survived the night. I fished for my phone—it was dark, except for a line of light coming underneath the bathroom door—and found out it was eight A.M., and it was Sike’s number on the screen. “Hello?”
“Edie—Edie, you’re safe.” It was Anna’s voice, not an answer, a question.
“Sometimes. Yeah.” I pushed myself to standing and opened the door to creep out into the hall. “Why? Is there something else trying to kill me I should know about?”
“I should hope not.” Wherever Anna was, it sounded hollow in the background; her words were echoing. I thought I heard the drip of falling water. It’d be ironic if we’d both spent the night in bathrooms. “Is Gideon safe?”
“He was when I left him.” I sank down onto the carpeting in Asher’s hallway and put my back against the wall. I was comforted by the fact that she cared about Gideon. Most vampires wouldn’t. It made me feel that I’d put my trust in the right place.
“Good. Things are more complicated than I had feared.”
I wanted to say, You think? But I knew that would not be well received. “Why were those weres after me? Who were they?”
“Did Dren contact you?”