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you
don’t...”
What was she trying to
ask?
Laughter bubbled up inside
of him as realisation dawned, but he managed to contain it as he
replied in a strangled voice, “Nah, I’ll leave that particular
privilege to her mate.”
Sitting back in her seat,
seeming more relaxed, she smiled wryly at him, and he tried to
ignore the sudden speed in his pulse.
“ Yeah, what’s
up with that? Lucien doing what Caia tells him to do?”
The whole Lucien and Caia
thing was mind boggling to him. It was obvious they were crazy
about each other, but neither one could see it, and neither one
wanted to talk about it. He had had his head bitten off enough
times for him to shut up on the matter. Hopefully, they’d work it
out before it really was too late, and someone did something they
would regret.
“ Cy’s got
Lucien wrapped around her little pinky and vice versa.”
“ Before I
left I got the impression they were going to ignore their
mating.”
“ You got
right. Nothing’s changed. They’re still idiots.”
Jaeden chuckled and sipped
at her coke. “I’ve missed the pack and all the drama.”
“ I would have
thought breaking Coven laws, and hunting vampyres, would have been
enough drama.”
“ That was bad
drama. The pack is good drama.”
“ So why did
you leave?”
She groaned and went back
to glaring at him. He merely enjoyed annoying her further by
grinning cheekily at her.
She glared. “You never
give up, do you?”
“ I’m
tenacious. Persistent. Determined. Dogged-”
“ You’re like
a rash that won’t go away.”
His smile widened, but he
didn’t have a chance to retort because their food arrived. The
first few minutes of silence descended on their table whilst they
dug in. Ryder decided to choose his moment carefully, waiting until
a sigh of pleasure escaped from Jaeden. Now that she had fed, she
might be more amenable to answering the damn question.
“ So why did
you leave?”
This time she just watched
him as she chewed carefully, swallowed, and took a sip of her
drink. She was deliberately tormenting him, fully aware of his lack
of patience.
“ You really
want to know?”
Finally.
He nodded, afraid he would
say the wrong thing and lose the moment.
At first as she spoke, Jae
held his gaze, strong, steady. “After what happened, I was in too
much pain to be comforted, and I knew my coldness would only hurt
my family.” She stopped and her gaze dropped. “I didn’t know how to
tell them all that had happened to me. I didn’t want to hurt them
any more with that knowledge. And I was just... a mess... I didn’t
want them to see me like that.”
She refused to meet his
eyes.
You’re
lying.
Oh, he was sure what she’d
just revealed was partly the truth, but there was more. He could
feel it. What was she hiding from him, from them all?
Ryder concealed his
frowning interest by pretending to cough on his burger. When he
looked back up at her, she was eating away at the rest of her food,
seeming more relaxed, believing he had bought it.
Well, let her
relax , he mused, while I find out what the Hades she’s been up to.
***
Jae was feeling lighter.
She hadn’t had any nightmares last night, no telekinesis kicking
in. Ryder seemed to have bought her story and was no longer asking
annoying and prying questions. In fact, the rest of breakfast had
been fun. They had talked and laughed, and he had filled her in on
what had been happening with the pack whilst she was gone. If the
rest of the pack were this easy, perhaps her return would go far
more smoothly that she’d thought.
Ah she couldn’t wait to go
on a run. Her body was screaming for the change.
“ We’ll be
home soon enough and you can run as much as you like.” Ryder
smiled, walking closely by her side as they crossed the lot back to
her motel room.
Goddess, she hadn’t
realised she had said that out loud.
“ My stuff’s
already in the truck. You got your bag together?”
“ It’s already
packed.” She
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