Lincoln whines and it distracts my attention away from my guest. I turn to the door and Sebastian walks in. “Interesting pose,” he says, indicating my defensive stance.
I look back to the chair and Remiel has gone. And taken my book with him! The exasperating beast. He had better bring it back or I will…err…what exactly will I do? Can’t say a lot, really. I still can’t get around his barrier and he refuses to drop it.
I uncross my arms and huff. “Hello, to you too.”
He chuckles. “My, my touchy today, aren’t you, little one. But all alone for a change.” He crosses over to me and peers down at me, tilting my chin up to look at him.
“Didn’t notice the big, black Wolf over by the chair?” I ask him to his surprise. He glances over to where Lincoln has taken up residence in Remiel’s spot.
“Ah, no I did not,” he says, stepping back. “How come I can’t sense him?”
“Beats me.” I shrug and turn from him. “Where is CK?”
“Geneva, he had something to sort out.”
“Geneva? You had better tell me he flew there and didn’t Teleport.”
“He flew, Christ, keep your knickers on,” he says with a slight leer.
“You are too interested in my knickers,” I scold and flop back down on the sofa. “What something?”
“I don’t know. I am not his secreta
ry. Something to do with the bank, I suppose. Have company?” He points to the cup that Remiel left. I’d rather he took the tea than my book.
“No, it’s Lincoln’s,” I say with a pointed look at him and he growls.
“Okay, don’t tell me,” Sebastian grouses and sits next to me on the sofa.
“I’m going for a swim,” I say and stand up.
“I’ll come with you,” he says standing as well.
“Suit yourself,” I mutter and head towards the indoor swimming pool. I change out of my casual sweats and into a tiny black bikini, and dive in. I swim a couple of laps but then notice I am alone in the pool. “You not swimming?” I ask Sebastian, who is sitting on the edge watching me.
“You are a good swimmer,” he says instead.
“Thanks,” I say, eyeing him weirdly. “Are you coming in?”
“No, not today,” he says in an odd tone.
“Do you not know how to swim?” I ask, although judging by the insulted look on his face, he does.
“Of course I do. I would just rather not, right now.” He puts his hand over his shoulder and taps his back idly.
Ah, the penny drops. He doesn’t want Lincoln to see his markings. I nod and drop it and swim a few more laps.
“So, will you be turning into a Wolf tonight?” he asks me, now lying on his back and trailing his hand in the water.
“Yes,” I say.
“Is it something you have to do, or want to do?”
“Want to do. Why the questions?” I hoist myself out of the water and sit next to him, dripping wet.
“I don’t know much about your other parts. Just trying to be informed. You have many, many parts,” he says with a wicked glint.
“That I do.”