He shot me a cocky smile. “All done. Sky and Jetty hooked me up while you were asleep.” The thought of people coming in and out of my house while I was quite literally dead to the world was a little daunting, and the set of his lips softened. “But I came with them to watch over the process.”
To watch over you, went unspoken, but I saw it in the tender expression in his eyes, and I decided to let it go and trust him. “Then you should go to bed when you’re tired.”
He shook his head. “Hell no. I can’t wait for another front row appearance of Dead Air.” He pumped his eyebrows. “You’re lucky I love your new stuff.”
It appeared he liked everything about the new me—my music, my vampirism, and maybe even me. Had I been that bad as a pop star? Had my personality been that underwhelming?
“Are you ready?” Lysandro asked.
“Yeah.” Rubbing my hands together, I asked, “What do you want me to find first?”
He clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Well, first, I want you to never call me Dro again.” As I stifled a laugh, he continued, “Oh, yes, I heard you. And also, before we start, is there anything you want to know about specifically?”
“Yeah, actually.” I leaned into his touch just a little, seeking comfort as I thought about my dream from earlier. “How often should I expect to have nightmares about the dickhead who bit me?”
His hand tightened on my shoulder, hard enough that I thought it should probably hurt—would probably have crushed Scotty’s bones—then asked, “What do you mean? You had a…nightmare?”
“Yeah.” I scrubbed a hand down my face. “It was intense. He was all,I didn’t expect you to make it.Like, what an asshole, right?”
Lysandro’s lips tightened. “Right. Was that all?”
“Pretty much. He said he had a lot to teach me. I know that was just my brain being dumb, but will it happen a lot, you think? It kinda sucked.”
He gave me a strained smile. “Between your anchor being here and our training, I’m sure we can get rid of those pesky nightmares before you know it.” His hand fell away from my shoulder. “Now, we really must begin.”
Chapter 18
High Priestess
“Is everything okay, High Priestess?”Cassi asked as we assembled around the small table at the back of Witch’s Brew.
I smiled at the three ladies who’d been put in my life at such a time as this, so thankful that I’d lived to be here with them. To know them. “I would say things are moving along splendidly, dear.”
Elyse snickered. “They’re something…”
I glanced at her. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Placing her hands on the edge of the table, she took a deep breath, then exhaled. Once she’d found her center, she said, “We’ve found Ego.”
Carli’s eyes widened, and she reached out, clasping her wife’s hand in hers. “You did? Please tell us he’s okay.”
“He’s…well, we haven’t seen him yet, but from what we’ve been told, he was having a little trouble adjusting, but we think there’s been a solution.”
“Adjusting to being a sound witch?” Cassi asked.
Elyse licked her lips, delighting in drawing out their curiosity.
“Elyse,” I scolded playfully.
Elyse’s tinkling laugh filled the small shop. “He’s been at his mini-castle for at least the last month.”
Carli gasped. “Shame on him. Why didn’t he tell anyone? Sky’s been worried sick about him.”
Her wife side-eyed her. “Feels like something you’d do.”
Carli jutted out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout like she was offended, then she grinned impishly. “It kinda does, doesn’t it?”
Cassi smiled fondly at her wife, then she focused her full attention on Elyse. “There must be one doozy of an explanation.”
