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"Come through here," I said.
She nodded and took a hesitant step toward the foot of the bed. "How are you? I mean, I know you must not be--I was just going to talk to Jeremy. I had an idea..."
"He's right in there," I said.
Nick grabbed the adjoining door. As he swung it open, Antonio turned sharply. He must have been covering it, in case Nick failed to persuade me to stay put. I lifted a hand, and he managed a smile, his face drawn and pale, then ushered Jaime in and closed the door.
I crawled back into bed and pulled up the covers. Nick hovered, as if expecting me to resume our conversation about Clay. I patted the spot beside me and he climbed on, lying atop the covers, back against the headboard. I reached up for his hand. Holding it, I turned onto my side, as if ready to fall back to sleep. Then I closed my eyes and strained to hear the conversation in the other room.
"--idea for catching Matthew Hull," Jaime was saying.
She was still right on the other side of the door, her voice clear.
"Catching...?" Jeremy's voice was muffled, then it came closer, as if he was walking toward her. "Oh, yes. Hull. Thank you, Jaime. I'll...I'll talk to you about this later. If you need a lift to the airport, Antonio can--"
"Sure," Antonio cut in. "Whenever you're ready to go. We should be leaving in a couple of hours ourselves, as soon as Clay's fever breaks. I can run you over now, or you can wait and catch a ride out with us."
"You're...you're leaving?" Jaime said. "But...you can't. You need to catch Hull. Not just for Elena. To fix Clay. Close that portal, and Clay will get better."
"No," Jeremy said, his voice low, words clipped. "I said that's what Hull claimed. I'm sorry, Jaime. I don't mean to be short with you; I'm just angry with myself for letting it go this far. I'm taking Clay and Elena back to Stonehaven, where they should have been all along."
"But if Hull's the controller and if you kill him--"
"And if I could wave my magic wand--" Jeremy cut himself off and made a noise almost like a growl. "I'm sorry, Jaime. I don't want to snap at you. But I've had enough of these magical 'ifs.' Do this, do that, and everything will be better. From the start, Clay wanted to take Elena back to Stonehaven, batten down the hatches and protect her. We stayed because I thought it was best. Just do this one last thing, and she'll be safe. But she isn't. And now he isn't. And I'm not playing the 'magic wand' game anymore. What will cure Clayton is medicine, and what will protect Elena is her Pack. We're going home, where I can do that."
In the silence that followed, I knew Jeremy had moved off again, returning to Clay's side. Discussion over. My fingers dug into the mattress as my stomach flip-flopped. Home? We couldn't leave. Not now. We weren't safe. Clay. Our babies. Pain ran through my abdomen. A cramp? Oh, God, no. Please no. I had to keep them inside me, where they were safe, until I could make sure it was safe for them out here.
If I went home, I'd only take the danger with me. Our house wouldn't be a safe haven, but a fortress. Clay would lose his arm, and with it, his place in the world. No longer able to protect his Alpha, his Pack, his mate, his children...
"We can end this now." Jaime's voice, on the other side of the door, so perfectly echoed my thoughts that I jumped.
Nick squeezed my fingers, his free hand patting my shoulder, lulling me back to sleep. I forced myself to relax and listen.
"I think I can catch one of those zombies," Jaime said. "If I catch one, she or he can probably lead me to Hull, the controller."
"Think...if...probably..." Antonio said. "Jaime, I'm sorry, but Jeremy's right. We've had enough ifs. If you really thought you could do this, you would have mentioned it sooner--"
"I didn't know it sooner. That--that woman Zoe took me to. The necromancer. She said something to me about calling a zombie, and I finally figured out what she meant. If a zombie is dead, then all I need is some artifact from one and I can use that to call the zombie, just like a spirit--"
"Jeremy's going home, Jaime. He can't help you--"
"I don't expect him to. You come with me. Or Nick. Leave Jeremy here with Elena and Clay, and let him get ready to go home. I can find Hull. You or Nick can kill him. Done. Without bothering Jeremy."
Antonio's sigh rippled through the door. "He won't go for it, Jaime. With Clay sedated, Elena wiped out by exhaustion and Hull out there waiting for his chance, Jeremy wants all hands on deck. He's even called Karl Marsten to meet us at Stonehaven. Demanded his help fortifying the battlements, or he can forget about getting into the Pack. Now for Jeremy to do that--"
"He's serious. I know. But--"
"Why don't you come back to Stonehaven with us? If you have the time, and you feel safe enough being there, come with us and talk to Jeremy in a day or so, when everything's under control. He'll listen then."
A few more murmured words, but I didn't listen because I knew they wouldn't listen, not Antonio, not Jeremy, their only concern being getting us out of this hotel before Hull made his move. When the door opened and Jaime stepped back into our room, I shot up.
"How's Clay?" I said. "Any change? Have they decided anything?"
"Uh...no. I--I didn't really..." She turned, as if to go back in and ask.
"No, don't," I said. "They probably won't give you a decent update anyway. Nick?"
He shifted in the bed. "If anything changed, they'd let me know, Elena."
