I have a feeling in my stomach that it has something to do with those Furies Thorin told me about. He explained that he killed two of them already and the third sister was coming for revenge, but what they could not control was the fact that this Fury was helping an older vampire to sire so many new ones, creating an army so to speak.
It is like they just keep coming.
Skyla said that Tate was looking into so many people going missing, but they were mostly homeless people or tourists.
“I am sure that Thorin has his reasons,” she speaks up, breaking my inner thoughts.
“Yeah,” is all I say, keeping my gaze on the door.
“Delaney, honey, you know that he is strong and will deal with whatever is thrown at him. They all will. Nothing is getting to you; you have to know that.”
I nod. “I know all of that, Sky.” I sigh. “I just hate that I cannot sense him. I have no idea what he is feeling or seeing. Like you can with Camo.”
Pity and sympathy fill her eyes and I fucking hate it. For years I saw how the men looked at me with pity, both from what I went through but also from what Thorin was doing to me.
“Have you both talked about the past or just had sex?” I blink at her straight-to-the-point question, not sure how to answer it at first.
Everyone in the club knows that we are having sex, but I am not sure if they know that we have not discussed what has happened between us. Thorin has not said anything to me about the men knowing that we have or have not talked.
Fuck, I know that we need to talk, but it never seems to be a good time. To the outside world it looks like I have forgiven and forgotten what he put me through, but believe me, deep down I do not think I ever will.
The marks he left on my damaged heart only added more scars.
“We have not talked about his reasons, or how he made me feel deep down, or the damage he left behind. I know we need to, and we will. It is just there is never good time, or something crops up, taking him away on a run.”
“But you forgive him enough to sleep with him?” I stare at her, not liking the look she is giving me right now.
“What is this? Point out Delaney’s weakness when it comes to spreading her legs for her mate?” I snap at her.
“I am just saying.”
“Well, fucking don’t. I thought you were my friend, Skyla, yet here you are, not being supportive all of a sudden. Instead, you’re making me feel like a doormat for forgiving him just because I like to fuck him. Whatever.”
Silence sits between us. My stomach tightens even more that her sudden bitchy attitude toward me adds to my anxiety from not knowing what is happening.
Again, my heart hurts, but this time my friend made this slice, not the man I want to be with. I never expected Skyla to be the one to make me feel so exposed, her words cutting deeper than I'd ever imagined they could.
The sting of her judgment lingers, leaving me wondering if she has always thought that I was weak and pathetic to moon over a man who did not want me.
Keeping my focus on the floor, I ignore her. My chest is feeling tight at her words, my stomach feeling like it wants to empty. My knees bounce, and my teeth nibble at my lip.
The room feels like it is closing in on me, and all I want is for Thorin to come through that door, hold me tightly in his big arms, and tell me that everything is okay.
But he doesn’t.
A loud screech makes both Skyla and me jump, and we look at the door, waiting for whatever made that noise to come bursting through. Skyla comes to my side, her arm linking with mine; her body shakes as much as mine does.
There is a sound of a scuffle, then a thud. A wave of smoke seeps under the door, making us both gasp.
“Fuck. There was a vampire on the other side.”
“Gaël?” I call out to him.
He thumps the door. “All good, Del,” he replies, and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck.” My heartbeat regulates.
“Delaney, I am sorry for what I just said. It was wrong of me. Feeling Camo’s emotions while he is out there fighting, it affects my way of thinking.”
