“Isi,
I really don't have time for this right now.” She paused, her
voice straining so slightly that no mortal ear could hear. “I'm so
close I can feel it in my veins. There was something he didn't want
me to find. He left me in Georgia. I have to go back.”
“There's
nothing I can say to bring you home.”
“See
that Shadow's taken care of.” She paused again and I could hear
the smile in her voice as she spoke. “Please don't let Braedan put
her in the garage...” the call broke with a faint click at the
other end of the line.
I
sighed, pondering the questions she'd left. What was Cain
protecting? I turned to press the intercom button safely hidden at
the base of the alarm clock. “Braedan I need to see the two of
you.”
“I'll
be up in a minute.” Braedan's dark voice boomed back with a
staticy click.
I
pushed the soft purple and white plush covers back and forced myself
out of their comforts. My bare toes touched warm wooden floors that
were as deep as my already tanned skin. I pulled on a pair of jeans
that had been sitting on the floor from the day before and wandered
into the bathroom. Bright pink shortly cropped hair beamed at me
from the mirror as I tilted my face up from the cold water I had just
splashed upon it. Grey eyes were dark with worry as they always were
after conversations with her.
The
more than gentle tap on the bedroom door startled me out of my own
thoughts. The quiet actions of a man who hid what he really was,
trying to make up for the thing he didn't want to be.
“Yeah,
I'm decent.”
He
opened the door slowly filling the door frame with his tall and broad
shoulders, muscular arms that ripped with each movement, and a dark
curl that was always matted to the top of his head in a style
slightly longer than one would normally like. Sweat at his temple
dripped slightly down, proof of his long nights in the garage under a
hood. His white t-shirt was damp from the curve of his back to his
neck, his dark blue jeans clung to him like second skin, and his worn
dark brown work books were tucked neatly into their hem.
“Your
brother coming?”
He
shrugged, leaning into the frame imposing himself into the small
space of the bathroom. “He's working on the master.”
“Okay...
guess who just checked in...”
“Is
she okay? Where the hell is she?”
“She
thinks she's onto something. She called me for a point close to the
last one.” I slid myself around his towering frame and into the
closet to find a clean t-shirt.
His
amber eyes moved with me, narrowing as he attempted to read my face
in a way no other could. I turned my back to him, which most would
not have dared to with his anger so close to the surface, and pulled
on a clean one from a stack on the wall feeling the fierceness in
his eyes send a shiver down my spine.
“Is
she okay?”
“I'm
not sure, you know how she is over the phone.” I turned to face
him, “She sounded tired.”
He
pulled himself away from the door frame and fell into a brooding pace
in the narrow hallway from the door to my room. His anger bringing
the wolf closer to the surface.
“Damnit...”
“She
may have checked in when she called, but she really wasn't.”
He
stopped mid-stride turning those amber eyes back to me long enough
for me to catch the annoyance in them. “The car?”
I
nodded shortly, “Yeah, you're going to need to go get her.”
“What
did she buy?”
“That
is not something she happened to share with me, but you know how her
taste favors. You could always call Deyanira and find out...”
He
pondered it for a moment, “I'll go get Blake and see what we can do
about going to get the car.”
“Thank
you.”
The
front door closed firmly behind him, me still standing partially in
the closet and I could feel the tension flood from me. There were
times when I wondered if he even knew the effect he had on me with
those golden eyes trying so hard not to view me as the prey.
But
of course he knew.
The
wolf saw all.
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