“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” He doesn’t look best pleased but smiles at me anyway. “I guess then I will just see you tonight.”
“I still need to fill everyone in on what other me said. I guess it’s another Friday night meeting. Seems to be a regular thing now. Oh, by the way, we need to leave here on Sunday night,” I say, suddenly remembering the full moon on Monday night.
“Okay, I’m not needed until Tuesday though.”
“I know, but I promised I would run with Lincoln on the next full moon and that would be Monday night.”
“Oh. You are going to Shift into a Wolf?” he asks, surprised. “Have you ever done that before?”
“Once. I must embrace it, especially as we have a Pack now. Sort of.”
“Sort of? I thought it was a done deal?”
“It is, but they are all in L.A. and I am still a bit nervous about this whole fighting over it thing.”
“You said that Lincoln said it won’t be a problem because of your Queen status.” He frowns at me and says, “You think it might be?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I hope not.”
“I’m sure it won’t be, but I am equally sure you can kick all of their asses if you do have to fight them.”
“Thank you, baby,” I say.
“I have to go now. Take care later. I worry about those Demons. They seem far too invested in you. I fear they will kidnap you and adopt you by force,” he says it with a smile, but I know he is concerned. I was only half joking when I told him about Xerxes and Xanthe’s reaction to Xerxei, but he clearly is worried about it.
“I will be fine. Now kiss me and go so I can go back to sleep for an hour.”
He kisses me on my forehead and says as he leaves, “Do not ignore Ramon when he comes up at 6:30. I will be pissed if I find out you didn’t feed and get Constantine to kick your ass.”
I chuckle at him and as he closes the door. I drift back off and get startled out of my slumber by my sire leaning down over me to kiss me.
“Morning,” he says with a smile.
“Hi.” I look at the clock. It’s 6:00 AM. “You are too early.”
“I’m not here with Ramon. He will join us prom
ptly at half past. I need to talk to you about something.”
“Shoot,” I say as I curl up on my side and put my hand on his leg. He takes my hand and frowns at me.
“Aefre. Is there anything you need to tell me? Something I should know?”
“About what?” I ask with a yawn.
“You,” he says.
“Not that I can think of. Why?” I ask, suspicious now.
He studies me for a few moments but then shrugs and says, “I have missed you. I have missed being with you and talking with you.”
“Well, you haven’t missed much,” I say, scooting over and patting the bed for him to lie down next to me.
“I have missed so much,” he says, going all melancholy on me as he lies down. “I am so sorry for being such a stubborn fool. We lost out on six months’ worth of being together because I was an idiot.”
“It was hard,” I say softly. “Promise me that you won’t ever be like that with me again. I couldn’t bear it.”
“I can, with absolute certainty, promise you that,” he says and pulls me to him, and we lie in silence for a few minutes. “Have you thought any more about trying to find out who your father is?” he asks casually as he strokes my back. I go still and I remember the dream I had before The Thirteen showed up. He keeps insisting it is a vision of things, but I know that CK wouldn’t hurt me by getting Sebastian to spell me and I know that Sebastian wouldn’t betray me, even to our sire. Or do I? Yes, I do know. The Thirteen is playing with me, causing me to doubt those I love, and I won’t do it. I won’t play into its hands. Sebastian didn’t rat me out, it was just a dream.