Oh, for fuck's sake, what’s with all the curiosity with this group? I sag my shoulders as I know I’m going to have to give up the goods, “We shared blood and it just happened.”
“Shared blood? I thought you said there was no biting involved,” Devon says warily.
“Not through biting. He cut me and himself and we…” I put my palms together to demonstrate.
“He cut you? How did he do that?” Devon and Lincoln ask at the same time, as CK looks most upset at the meeting of palms.
“He had this dagger. It just worked. Hurt like a bitch,” I mutter and again look at CK’s hands. It was not unlike the effect his claws have on me.
“Huh. That’s a worry. I was wandering around thinking you were invulnerable,” Devon says, concerned. “Now we find out there’s some mysterious Demon dagger that can hurt you. Why did you not know about it in your armory?”
CK clears his throat as I cast a quick glance at Sebastian, who does not yet know of said armory.
“Oh,” Devon says catching my look. “Sorry. I just assumed…”
Sebastian is looking curious but remains silent.
“It’s not in the armory,” I say.
“It’s not?” CK asks, now looking overly concerned and I pull my face at him. “I thought you said every weapon.”
“I did. I do. With that one tiny exception,” I say.
“And it doesn’t bother you that a Demon is on the loose with the only weapon created that can hurt you?” he snaps at me.
“First thing, I wouldn’t say that Xane is ‘on the loose’, and secondly no, it doesn’t bother me. It cuts me but I heal. Just like before. Just like you do.”
He grumbles but I ignore him as my phone buzzes. Blocked Number. Must be Cade. “Excuse me, I have to take this,” I say and stand up, leaving them all to watch me go in annoyance that they aren’t privy to the phone call. I exit the dining hall so that they can’t eavesdrop.
“Is it really necessary to still block your number?” I ask sweetly. “I know how to contact you.”
He chuckles. “Sorry. Occupational hazard. So, Vegas, baby,” he says, and I grimace at the phone. “I told you I can always find you.”
“Indeed, you did.”
“You look quite fetching in that dress. Although the pink number did it for me.”
I narrow my eyes at the phone making sure I’m not secretly on video call. As I am not, I glance up and around but don’t see him.
“Pink is your color, then, is it? I shall have to remember to continue to wear black,” I say smartly, and he laughs.
“No, I quite like you in black as well. Especially that see-through scrap you had on a few days ago.”
“Oh, yes, the one you tried to kill me in.”
“That would be the one. Although ‘kill’ is such a strong word. I was mostly sure it wouldn’t affect you, but a guy has to try.”
“Yes, so I keep hearing. ‘Mostly sure’ is not really what I wanted to hear.”
“Well, it’s all I’ve got.”
“Humph. So, what can I do for you?” I ask, anxious to move this conversation along.
“Not much at the minute. I wouldn’t get close enough to you before someone took my head off.”
“This is true,” I say in delight. “So why are you cal
ling me?”