Red Moon Secrets(67)

Dice curses quietly while pacing, apparently trying to think.  That's scary—Dice thinking.
"Why can't you go speak with the light council?  Turn her in?  Expose the bitch?" he finally says, rushing the words out.
"Because we don't need the woman in white and her minions to know Calypso is alive and well," Drackus says, pulling Mom closer.  "They most likely know she escaped, but as long as she's not there, they probably think she's dead, hurt, or lost.  That gives us the upper hand because they can take their time, pace themselves, be cautious.  If we rush them, the whole damn thing could blow all to hell—quite literally.  We have no idea what power they have, but it's a lot.  A hell of a lot."
Before Dice can say anything, a body starts materializing.  I tense, terrified it's about to be Gage, and Kane stands, ready to fight.  I grab him, but he relaxes when we see the brilliantly blond hair attached to a familiar face.
"Frankie," Mom murmurs, jumping up to wrap her arms around him.
He jerks her to him and hugs her like he hasn't seen her in ages.  I almost smirk at the scowling father of mine.  I move toward them, only to be ripped up and violently pulled into the embrace.
"Damn, I've missed you," he murmurs against my hair, and I smile as I return the embrace, realizing then and there how much I've missed the mischievous ass.
He finally withdraws with tears glistening in his eyes.
"I've missed you, warlock," I mutter, making him smile.
Drackus clears his throat, and Mom cuts her eyes in warning.  Drackus the Dominant just got told to "fuck off" with one glare.  Ha!
He cowers, much to my delight, and Mom returns her attention to Frankie as her eyes change from excited to dreadful.
"Why are you here?  You're supposed to be watching the imposter."
He sighs out heavily, shakes his head, and drops to a chair beside the window.  Shay goes to sit down close to Drackus, and Mom returns to his lap.  If Frankie needs to sit down, this is bad.
I return to Kane who pulls me down to his lap and he holds me tighter, preparing for the worst.
"They know you're looking for them, Calypso.  The imposter fled, and she fled fast."
Mom and Drackus curse in rambled unison.  I just shake my head.  That was all we had.  They needed to know we didn't suspect anything.  Now they'll up their game and their timeframe.
"How?  Why?" Mom groans, but then she shakes her head.  "The night stalkers Drackus and I fought.  It was them, wasn't it?"
Frankie nods slowly.  "I only caught snippets of the conversation, but yes.  It was them.  She hit me and some of the guards hard on her way out.  Bitch is strong.  Then it took me forever to explain to them that it wasn't you.  I've—well, I've been expelled from the council grounds, and… so have you," he says, letting out a heavy breath full of angst.
Mom rolls her eyes.  "Good.  I'm sick of them anyhow."
Not the answer I expected.  Frankie looks at her and smiles.  "Same here."  His smile falls as he takes in her closeness with my father, and he looks away to hide the tremor of pain.  Shit.  Frankie has loved her for so long.
"Well," Zee mumbles, breaking his silence.  "What now?"
Everyone sits quietly for a minute, but finally, Kane says, "Now—we get ready.  There's going to be one hell of a fight.  And I have a feeling it'll be coming soon."
 
Kane shuts and locks the door to our small bedroom, and then he looks around woefully.  Spoiled thing.
"Missing your big bad bedroom?" I tease, making him smile as he continues his survey.#p#分页标题#e#
"I just wish there was somewhere better than this for this moment."
My heart flutters from his seemingly distracted comment.  What's he talking about?  Better for what?  I try not to think about the answers to those questions.
He finally quits studying his small surroundings, and then he chuckles when he sees me.  "Relax, babe," he mutters while leaning down to fish something out of his bag.  Whatever it is, he shoves it into his pocket.  "Come here," he says, smiling.
He opens his arms for me, and I willingly go to him, cuddling against him as he drops to the bed and drags me with him.  I smile as his lips gently stroke my forehead, and then his hand slides down my back to start tracing circles on my back.  I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck, sighing contently.
"Somewhere better for what moment?" I ask, suddenly feeling less anxious.
"This moment," he says, pulling me closer.  Then I feel something cool against my skin—something metal.