The material around me flutters in a light caress, and I grin. I wonder if I will always be able to feel him, even if he’s not with me.
The muffled noises of the guys downstairs filter up to me. As much as I’m enjoying Grim’s company, I already miss the others, too. “Want to go see what Gunnar dug up?”
Grim plants a soft kiss on my lips and gives me a small nod, motioning for me to go. The reaper cloak dissolves, and he’s standing in front of me in the same loose pants and soft shirt from earlier. I run a hand over my side, confirming my robe is still in place, before heading downstairs to find the others.
Gunnar’s expression is set in his usual scowl when I enter the kitchen, and the counter is littered with various ingredients for some meal. His jerky movements and the way he keeps slamming shit around makes it hard to ignore the tangible anger permeating the room.
I scoot onto a stool and plant my elbows on the island, dropping my cheeks into my palms. Calix steps out of the pantry, giving me an exaggerated eyeroll when he spies me. It’s clear he knows Gunnar is in a mood too.
“How’d the calls go?” I ask them both, but I direct my gaze at Gunnar.
“Like shit,” Gunnar barks, almost before I can even finish voicing the question. I widen my eyes, a little surprised at his tone. I watch his back as he lowers his head and takes a few deep breaths. “I need to head to Savannah,” he announces in a more subdued voice. He turns to face me, and the frown he wears is so heavy it makes the scar through his lips pucker.
“Savannah.” I tap my fingers on the counter, looking up at the ceiling as I contemplate what I should pack.
Calix saunters over and takes the stool next to me. His knee brushes against my leg as he sits. I pull my thoughts from my closet and what I should pack and give him a smile. “I’ve never been to Savannah, have you guys?” I make sure to include Gunnar too.
Calix shrugs. “A few times.” Gunnar just grunts and crosses his arms over his chest.
“It’s supposed to be one of the most haunted cities in America, right?” I bite my bottom lip and widen my eyes. “How long should I pack for, a week?” I add without letting either of them answer my first question.
Gunnar’s stance softens, and he peers at me with the most puppy dog expression a hulking man like him could ever manage. “You’ll come with me?”
“Of course I’m coming with you. Aren’t we all?” I scoff, and look over at Calix, wondering if I made a mistake in my assumption.
“I go where you go,” Calix tells me, and I grin at his response.
“I’ve never been on a road trip.”
“Road trip?” Gunnar snarls.
I narrow my eyes and turn up my chin a little. “Yes, a road trip.” Grim saunters into the room in the middle of our conversation. He moves like he’s made of smoke and sin.
“We could just go… Death can get you two there,” Gunnar implores.
“But I’ve never been on a road trip.” I sound disappointed, even to my own ears.
Grim reaches for me, sliding his hand over my back and kneading the nape of my neck. His hard eyes land on Gunnar, and he drops a kiss to the side of my head. “Whatever you want, Omnia,” he soothes.
Gunnar scowls but agrees. “I’ll get us a car.”
Chapter 4
Calix pushes the last of my new suitcases into the trunk. I probably won’t need all four, but you never know. Gunnar brought them home when he fetched the black SUV a few hours ago.
“We should probably get going,” Gunnar says, looking down at a watch on his wrist. I glance around, noting the moon is high in the sky. If Aeson was coming tonight, she would probably already be here. I just hate leaving without talking to her first. Knowing what I’m thinking, Gunnar bumps my shoulder with his arm. We can leave a message in the house for her or call the clan line,” he suggests.
“I’ll write her a quick note and leave your numbers too,” I agree, peering up at him, noticing his scars are barely visible in the moonlight.
Gunnar nods toward the back of the SUV. “We should be done by the time you get back.”
I jog back to the house just as Grim is opening the door to come out, and he holds it open for me. “I’ll be right back,” I call over my shoulder, already heading to the stairs so I can leave the note in my room. It only takes a moment to jot down all the guys’ numbers, remind her she already has mine, and tell her to call me. Considering she’s only a few inches tall, it’s not hard to understand why she doesn’t carry a phone.
I take one last look around my room before hopping down the stairs to meet the guys outside.
“Ready?” Calix asks as soon as I’m out the door.
I’m so eager I damn near bounce my ass to the SUV. Gunnar slides into the driver’s seat, leaving the rest of us to decide where to sit. “Shotgun!” I shout, when both guys just look at me.
