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Fortunately, I only needed Nicole to buy it. And I knew how tonegotiate.
TWENTY-ONE
I reviewed a few more books that might give me additional ammunition and, just in case, to check if sanctuary from any other Sup group was an option. Short answer: It wasn’t, as far as I could tell.
Maybe I could just live at Taco Hole. It was neutral ground, and I could build up my pain tolerance.
Connor messaged when his conversation with my dad was done, so I made my way back downstairs, found him waiting on the portico, the cool breeze ruffling his hair. It was chillier now than it had been when we’d gone inside.
“How was your meeting?”
Connor just looked at me, expression bland. “If he’d wanted you to know, brat, he’d have told you.”
“That bad?”
“Good or bad is none of your business. What did you find in the library?”
“A bit ofCanonlaw that might help us. Maybe.”
“You sound very confident.”
“Yeah. I have to think it through. Let me mull it over a little, then I’ll give you the details, okay?”
His stare went even blander. “You’re asking me to trust you while you conceal information from me.”
“It’s different when I do it for reasons I don’t have the brainpower to articulate right now. Something, something double standard?”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. You have twenty-four hours.”
“You’re hilarious.” I leaned into him as we walked down the sidewalk. “Let’s go back to your place. I’m exhausted.”
“And hungry.”
“Only a little,” I admitted. But didn’t object when he grabbed a deep-dish pizza from an all-night joint on the way home.
He dropped it onto the counter when we reached the town house, and the shifter and not-quite-sorceress circled like animals.
“Thanks,” Alexei said, then dumped a slice on a plate. I watched in horror as he horizontally dissected the pizza, then placed each layer separately around the plate.
“What in the name of all that is good and delicious are you doing?” Lulu stared at him in horror. She was right. It was very upsetting.
He chewed, swallowed. “I’m eating pizza.”
“None of us think that’s what this is.” She looked up at us. “Right?”
“He doesn’t like his food to touch,” Connor said, apparently unbothered. He should have been bothered.
“It’s pizza. And it’s deep dish. Of course it’s going to touch. That’s the point.”
“Not the way he eats it.” Connor glanced at me, lips curled in amusement. “Are you so fastidious, brat, that you can’t let a man eat a pizza the way he wants? What kind of world would that be?”
“Pizza autocracy,” Alexei said, and cut through a wedge of cheese, bit in.
“A sane one,” I said, dishing up my own slice. “I’ve seen a lot of crazy things today, but that might be the weirdest.”
While we ate, Connor and I told them about our very dramatic evening.
Lulu looked me over, nodded. “You seem whole for now.” But there was worry in the set of her brows.
