"Can we just eat and sleep?" I ask.
"Definitely."
He hops up, quickly scrambling through the mounds of food he acquired, and returns with a few options. Eating with my boyfriend—a normal moment—I need more of these.
"I've got to change out of this hideous outfit at some point," I snarl as I motion to the skimpy ensemble I've yet to get rid of.
He chokes on his food when he tries to laugh, and I scowl at him as he forces the wad of food down.
"Sorry," he says when he sees my expression, still chuckling. "But I wouldn't dare call it hideous. In fact, I'm thinking about buying you more things like that."
I just shake my head, unable to stifle the grin he so easily provokes.
"So, a lycan attack?" I ask, shifting the topic when his scandalous eyes try to pull me in.
He frowns as if that upsets him. "Yeah. When we were on our way to Drackus's for the Were meeting, I got a call. Some locals stumbled upon a body in the woods. All I knew was that there was a dead cop. And..."
His voice trails off, seeming uncertain about continuing. Then realization strikes me, and my hunger dissipates.
"And you were worried that blood matched the blood in my back seat," I say while gripping my head and leaning forward.
"The blood did match," he says softly, making my stomach tense. "But the body was almost unrecognizable. I think you might have been trying to save him, and it's possible he died in your car. The humans destroyed the scene by tromping around through the woods, but there was a trail of blood. You probably drug him out there when he died. I'm sure you were trying to do damage control. A lycan shredded him. The last I checked, you're not a lycan."
I sigh in relief—as sick as that is. I can't believe I'd just dump a body like that, but I wasn't myself last night. I don't know who I was. I wish I could remember something.
"Care if we get drunk tonight?" I ask, prompting him to laugh.
"You can. It's a little hard for me. I'll gladly take care of you."
My smile returns, but the pounding on the door kills the moment. Kane swears under his breath as he goes to inspect our unwanted visitor. He swings open the door without so much as checking to see who it is.
I scramble around on the bed, knocking a Styrofoam plate of food onto the floor, when I see it's Gage. I don't even acknowledge the mess.
"Why are you here?" Kane groans, blocking Gage's view of me.
"Sorry to interrupt the honeymoon, but we've got a problem. It's about Castine."
Chapter 6
No Time For A Break
Gage takes a seat at the desk-like table in the room, while Kane comes to scoop up the food I spilled.
"What about her?" Kane asks as he trashes the spoiled goods.
"For starters, she's been all over the world killing and draining witches—immortal and mortal. She's gearing up for a fight. The night stalker council is now involved, and they want you to help them find her."#p#分页标题#e#
I huff out. We can't have one day—one frigging day—of peace.
"Worst day ever," I mumble, prompting Kane to sit beside me and wrap his arm around my waist.
"Our bond is severed. I can't find her. Speaking of which—how did you find us?"
Gage starts to speak, but I answer before he can. "Fucking cell phones," I gripe, wishing now I had removed the batteries from both. The second Kane spoke with Sierra, Gage knew exactly where we were.
"Dark user thing," Gage adds. "I told the night stalker council your bond was severed, but they still want your help, since you were her favorite."
Kane tenses, and my heart breaks for him. I can only imagine what being Castine's favorite entailed. I reach over, grab his hand, and then squeeze it in mine. He doesn't acknowledge the gesture. He seems to be lost in the past.
"Tell the night stalker council to kiss our asses. They're on their own. There wasn't anyone stepping in when she was just after us. They can go fuck themselves for all I care," I interject, sick of all the damn councils and their demands.
A small, ghost of a grin touches Kane's lips, letting me know I've done something right. Gage doesn't seem quite as impressed. I'm done with the fey councils expecting everyone to fight their battles. If Castine is stirring up a war, it's up to the councils to deal with her.
"These are innocent fey and mortals, Alyssa," Gage says, warily studying me. "Since when don't you give a damn?"
He looks to Kane as though he's tainted fruit that has poisoned my mind. I haven't stopped caring, I've just stopped—I don't know.