“I’m not sure what they look like,” hesaid.
“Take a look at these,” Cassidy said as shepointed to one of the open books.
If he didn’t get his blood into the microwavenow, they would corner him. Kyle snipped off the top of the bloodbag, poured the contents into a mug, and placed it in themicrowave.
He hit the button and stared at it as thirtyseconds came up on the screen. Thirty seconds normally flew by, butthese were about to become the longest thirty seconds of hislife.
He ignored the twinkle in Cassidy’s midnightblue eyes as he walked over to the table. He stopped beside her tostare at the two colors she pointed out. As he studied the pinks,he tried to figure out the difference between them, but even hisvampire eyes didn’t see much of one.
Maybe one was a paler shade?
He glanced at Willow, who sat with her armsfolded over her chest. She stared at him with an expression thatdared him to discover the difference. When he looked at Cassidyagain, the smile on her face promised more rats in his bedroom ifhe didn’t give the answer she sought.
He wasn’t sure who worried him more; Cassidywith her penchant for pulling the most memorable pranks ever, orWillow with her Alliance training and the sword that could turnvampires to ash.
He glanced at the guitar case propped againstthe wall next to Willow. It was larger than a normal guitar casebut smaller than one for a cello.
“You’re still carrying that sword everywherewith you?” he asked to distract them from him.
Willow gave him a grim smile. “I am.”
Declan was playing the video game, but Kylehad a feeling his brother-in-law was acutely attuned to theirconversation. He’d made it clear he didn’t like the sword, even ifit did kill Savages and demons with a single stab.
Willow patted the case she used for the swordwhen she was out in the day and around the human population. Herchances of running into a Savage or demon at this time of day wereslim, but she refused to leave the weapon behind.
Her attachment to it was a little toointense, but he hadn’t commented on it. Willow had seen and donethings he would never understand, and though Kyle had consideredjoining the Alliance when he stopped aging, it probably wouldn’thappen now that he’d met Melanie.
“Where’s Nathan and Wyatt?” he asked aboutVicky’s mate and son.
“At the compound. This isn’t much fun for alittle boy.”
He was disappointed about not seeing hisnephew, but Kyle understood why a five-year-old wouldn’t bethrilled about trying to choose between coral and blush. Themicrowave beeped, and he happily retreated to claim hisbreakfast.
He removed his mug from the microwave andturned to leave when Cassidy said, “You didn’t answer, Kyle, blushor coral?”
He inwardly groaned. “I guess coral. I likethe name better.”
Willow gave him a death stare while Cassidysaid, “It is a good name.”
“I do believe it’s a lovelier shade,” Vickysaid.
He didn’t know if Vicky was screwing withWillow or if she truly believed that, but he doubted she foundanything lovelier about one or the other.
“Okay, so then the bridesmaid dresses will becoral,” Aida said as she wrote something in a book. “So, what isgoing to be coral on the men? The ascot?”
Kyle fled the kitchen before he learned whatthe fuck an ascot was.
He sat on the arm of the couch and sipped hisblood while watching Declan and Julian battle it out in a car race.However, his mind was on the afternoon to come. Kyle couldn’trecall the last time he was this excited about something; in fact,he wasn’t sure he’d ever been this excited about something.
“Shit,” Declan muttered when he crashed intoa wall. He held the controller out to Kyle. “Want to play?”
Kyle set his mug on the coffee table and tookthe controller from him. He still had over an hour to kill, and ifhe didn’t find something to occupy his time, he would show up atMelanie’s door in ten minutes.
Which would probably make her run again, andshe’d be smart if she did.
CHAPTER 7
Melanie sipped hercoffee while she scrolled through her phone. Her foot tappedagainst the footrest of her stool. Torn between wanting time toslow down and move faster, she didn’t look at the microwaveclock.
