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to run with the other
Sunstrikers or perhaps force you into shifting should you be in their proximity during
the full moon. It is part of the reason I think it a very good idea to send you away
for the time being.”
Tension drew all the muscles in my neck and back into sudden, painful knots. To think,
if I had chosen to hunt with Chaz and the White Hats instead of come after Royce,
I might not have been able to walk away from the pack after the fight.
Though I wished someone had said something to me sooner, I couldn’t exactly blame
Royce for keeping his silence. If he had said something about it while I was still
under the influence of the belt, I might have rushed out to destroy what remained
of the pack to ensure they would have no hold over me.
“I know that look,” Royce said, drawing my attention off my clenched fists in my lap
to meet his gaze. “No more running off. Things are under control now. We have a plan.
Even if it isn’t ideal, it is better than the other options available to us at the
moment.”
That he said available to us—not to me or to him—went a long way toward making me
feel better about the way things were going. As Royce had said, it wasn’t ideal, but
it was enough for the moment. He accepted the hand I slid into his, twining his cool
fingers with mine.
“I wish,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to my temple and breathe his next words
in a husky whisper against my skin, “that I had more time to romance you properly
now that you’re open to the prospect.”
“When I get back,” I replied, tilting my head to reciprocate his kiss.
He leaned in to me, his free hand rising to cup my cheek. The other tightened around
my fingers, pulling me close. While he held me tight, this wasn’t exactly like it
had been last night. There was a touch of desperation in the hungry way his lips slanted
over mine. It was in the way he pressed against me, in the small sound he made in
the back of his throat as my lips parted so I could slide my tongue along his and
taste the mint he had used to cover the underlying trace of salt and copper from the
blood he must have drunk, and in the way his fingers moved over my skin. Though he
was possessive, we both knew this was our good-bye, and that it might be the last
time we held each other for a year or more.
It was a bittersweet way to end the night, but in that too short span we did everything
we could to say without words what we felt, fighting to fit in years of need and repressed
desire before the break of dawn.
Chapter 7
The flight and our arrival were uneventful. Prior to the flight, Sara and I spent
most of the day left to our own devices. The majority of the vampires were taking
their day rest, or busy on watch, and the flight wasn’t scheduled until late afternoon.
I had hoped I might get to talk to my family or update the two cops who had helped
me stay a step ahead of whoever in the NYPD was after me, but we were advised to keep
the rest of our calls to a minimum until we were safely out of town. Royce couldn’t
spend much time with me since he was busy with his lawyers and some mess at his corporate
office that he was trying to handle by phone. The last thing he managed to tell me
before he sent me back down to Sara was not to put my trust in Clyde—which made me
feel ever so much better about this trip we were about to take.
For a little while, Analie kept us company, telling us stories about her best friend,
Freddy, and her caretaker, Gavin. The Goliaths didn’t sound so bad when she was talking
about them, but I was sure Sara and I wouldn’t be as welcome as someone who had been
born and raised into the pack—especially if we showed up at Gavin’s place covered
in the scent of vampires.
After hours of going bonkers with a combination of boredom and nerves, we were taken
to a private airport. Though I knew little about planes, the one we were
Sunstrikers or perhaps force you into shifting should you be in their proximity during
the full moon. It is part of the reason I think it a very good idea to send you away
for the time being.”
Tension drew all the muscles in my neck and back into sudden, painful knots. To think,
if I had chosen to hunt with Chaz and the White Hats instead of come after Royce,
I might not have been able to walk away from the pack after the fight.
Though I wished someone had said something to me sooner, I couldn’t exactly blame
Royce for keeping his silence. If he had said something about it while I was still
under the influence of the belt, I might have rushed out to destroy what remained
of the pack to ensure they would have no hold over me.
“I know that look,” Royce said, drawing my attention off my clenched fists in my lap
to meet his gaze. “No more running off. Things are under control now. We have a plan.
Even if it isn’t ideal, it is better than the other options available to us at the
moment.”
That he said available to us—not to me or to him—went a long way toward making me
feel better about the way things were going. As Royce had said, it wasn’t ideal, but
it was enough for the moment. He accepted the hand I slid into his, twining his cool
fingers with mine.
“I wish,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to my temple and breathe his next words
in a husky whisper against my skin, “that I had more time to romance you properly
now that you’re open to the prospect.”
“When I get back,” I replied, tilting my head to reciprocate his kiss.
He leaned in to me, his free hand rising to cup my cheek. The other tightened around
my fingers, pulling me close. While he held me tight, this wasn’t exactly like it
had been last night. There was a touch of desperation in the hungry way his lips slanted
over mine. It was in the way he pressed against me, in the small sound he made in
the back of his throat as my lips parted so I could slide my tongue along his and
taste the mint he had used to cover the underlying trace of salt and copper from the
blood he must have drunk, and in the way his fingers moved over my skin. Though he
was possessive, we both knew this was our good-bye, and that it might be the last
time we held each other for a year or more.
It was a bittersweet way to end the night, but in that too short span we did everything
we could to say without words what we felt, fighting to fit in years of need and repressed
desire before the break of dawn.
Chapter 7
The flight and our arrival were uneventful. Prior to the flight, Sara and I spent
most of the day left to our own devices. The majority of the vampires were taking
their day rest, or busy on watch, and the flight wasn’t scheduled until late afternoon.
I had hoped I might get to talk to my family or update the two cops who had helped
me stay a step ahead of whoever in the NYPD was after me, but we were advised to keep
the rest of our calls to a minimum until we were safely out of town. Royce couldn’t
spend much time with me since he was busy with his lawyers and some mess at his corporate
office that he was trying to handle by phone. The last thing he managed to tell me
before he sent me back down to Sara was not to put my trust in Clyde—which made me
feel ever so much better about this trip we were about to take.
For a little while, Analie kept us company, telling us stories about her best friend,
Freddy, and her caretaker, Gavin. The Goliaths didn’t sound so bad when she was talking
about them, but I was sure Sara and I wouldn’t be as welcome as someone who had been
born and raised into the pack—especially if we showed up at Gavin’s place covered
in the scent of vampires.
After hours of going bonkers with a combination of boredom and nerves, we were taken
to a private airport. Though I knew little about planes, the one we were
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