My emotions are all over the place.
I feel like I am going to be sick.
Placing my hand on my upset tummy, I walk behind Cotton, out into the cold night air, then I slip into the passenger side of the SUV the club uses.
The prospect climbs into the back, and I look over my shoulder to see him offer a gentle smile to me. I try to return one back and fail, my eyes filling with tears.
Facing forward, I wrap my arms around my middle, before looking out the side window, watching as Salem flashes by. People, buildings, the fall colors of the leaves on the trees.
Christmas is not too far away, but the way things are right now, I am not sure where or who I will be spending it with.
“You know that he is a stubborn fucker, right?” The sudden sound of Cotton’s voice makes me jump. “Sorry.” He offers me a shy smile. “He is very protective of you, honey. You know that.”
“Not really, Cot. He is hot and cold with me. He makes my head spin.”
“Do you trust him?”
His question takes me back to when I was straddling Thorin’s thighs and he asked me the same question before he cut me with his new dagger, then tasted my blood and made me come.
The memory has my pussy fluttering, but I breathe in deep, pushing down any romantic feelings for him right now. I need to clear my head and see what happens next.
“That is a loaded question, Cotton. One I cannot answer right now.” I look back out the window, ending the conversation.
Before I know it, we have arrived at Starlight Lounge. The prospect climbs out of the car, meeting me at my door. I nod to him, offering a thanks. Cotton is at my side, scanning the area as we walk inside.
Taking a deep breath, I brush off any shitty feelings, slip my mask on, and get to work.
14
Thorin
My blood is like lava in my veins.
I am angry at Delaney for challenging me about her safety.
I am angry at Camo for backing her to leave the safety of the club.
I am angry at myself for not claiming her.
FUCK.
My grip on the handlebar is close to snapping the fucking thing. When Delaney agreed to Winger’s solution, I could not be in the same room with her anymore; my anger would have fucking ruined things between us.
I am a stubborn fucker and will say shit to hurt people if they hurt me. Yeah, even at my age I still act like a fucking teenage boy when it comes to my feelings sometimes. Oryn says it is because I never really had a good childhood and in my early adulthood, I was a vampire, so I was never challenged for anything.
We gun it down the road where we have had a report of a few younger looking men harassing adolescent girls. It could be nothing, maybe some college frat boys being pricks. It could also be some cocky rogue vamps who are terrorizing the women of Salem, which we will not stand by and let happen.
They have had enough warnings, and deaths, but they keep fucking coming. Winger has reached out to covens in the surrounding states for information on them, but so far none have reported any trouble.
Only us.
Why?
Camo pulls off to the roadside, shutting down his bike. Oryn, Halen, and I do the same. It is at times like this that I wish I still fucking smoked; I need something to take the edge off.
Leaving Delaney the way that I did is not sitting well with me.
My instincts are telling me something is coming. What, I have no fucking idea.
