“What can I say? I like my rum coffee, but they do not make it here.”
Shaking my head at her, I drink some of my own coffee.
It is during times like this, sitting here with these girls, that I am grateful the club rescued me, pulling me from the pits of Hell. Before I was sold to pay off a debt, I never saw much violence.
Even with humans and supernaturals blending here in Salem, I never saw much. Sure, I heard a few things, but since it never touched me, I was naive to the fact that it was happening. We do say that out of sight is out of mind, and that statement is very true.
“How are things at the bar?” Skyla’s question has me pausing, and my gaze flicks to Emerald, her eyes locked on mine.
A silent conversation passes between us, because I never told Skyla or anyone outside of Starlight what happened the night I was almost taken by the incubus.
The air around us grows thick with tension, and Skyla, being the woman she is, knows something is up, picking up on what we are feeling.
“I feel like something happened?” Her gaze penetrates mine, seeking the answers she is demanding.
I cough, clearing my throat while shifting in my seat. Her gaze is piercing my soul, dragging any comfort I once had out of my body.How the hell does she do that?
Could it be the Blood Oath that she took with Camo once they mated? I know she has some of his powers, and can channel him through their minds now, but damn. Or am I overthinking the power she has over me?
“Delaney Soloman, you will fill me in right now on what happened. Were you hurt?”
Emerald sighs. “Tell her. I have no doubt it will get back to the club, you know, since they fucking rule everything around here.” She huffs, sinking back into her seat.
I wait a beat, looking at my new friend, knowing she is right, but fuck. It is not easy to admit that a fucking incubus got the better of you, that you fell for the shit that he pulled. Not that there was much chance to escape his hypnotic pull.
“Fine.” I sigh. “I was flirting with a guy, and it turned out he was a fucking incubus. He was trying to lure me away from the club. Not sure what his intentions were.” I shrug, waving it off like it meant nothing, when in fact it shook me a little.
When I got home that night, I triple checked the locks on my apartment, even though I knew the wards were in place.
“You need to tell Winger,” Skyla spits out, now sitting up straight, her gaze blazing with fury.
I’m shaking my head so fast it rattles my brain.
“I am doing no such fucking thing,” I blurt out so loud it makes the ladies at the table next to us gasp. “Sorry.” I wince.
“You have to. Del, the club will be pissed that something could have happened to you.”
“What happened to me has nothing to do with the club.” I lower my voice. “The incubus was removed from the bar, and I got over it. It is not like he hurt me.”
She sighs, shaking her head in disappointment, and it pisses me off.
“You will not tell Camo either. I understand that you are bonded and all that jazz, but with this, your loyalty should lie with me,” I snap.
I see the indecision in her eyes, but right now, I do not give a fuck. If I do not want the club involved, then I do not want them involved.
Licking her lips, Skyla nods her head, and her sigh guts me.
“I think you are wrong to keep this from the club, Delaney. You belong to them and you know it.”
I scoff. “I used to belong to them. Once I left, I was on my own.”
“You still have their protection.”
“I know.” Sighing, I sit back, folding my arms. “But they cannot protect me from every little thing that happens. If I had been hurt, then I would have reached out to Winger, or Tate.”
“I think Mr. Osbourne will get in touch with Winger just to let him know that someone broke the rules at the club,” Emerald speaks up.
“Fuck. Great.”
