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I looked up at him, batted my eyelashes. “And what’s yours?”
He snorted. “As if I’d reveal that to a vampire.”
I took a step closer and, before he could put his shirt down, trailed my hands along his abdomen, felt muscles tense beneath, the magic grow more potent.
He tugged me forward, but I evaded, put another foot of space between us.
“Everyone has a weakness,” I said with a polite smile.
Connor blew out a breath, looked at me beneath dark lashes. “We’ll call that a draw. So what else is bothering you, vampire?”
My smile slipped away. But because I knew he was in earnest, I tried to put my feelings into words. “I’m worried about you, about Lulu. I’m angry at vampires. I’m sick of wondering who might be skulking around in the dark.” I looked at him. “Darkness is supposed to be mine. Ours.”
“We enjoyed the dark pretty effectively last night.”
“You know what I mean. The AAM is stalking me. The stalker is hunting me. I’d take a straight battle over this shadow nonsense any day.” I tried to roll the tension from my shoulders. “Maybe Alexei will find something.”
“Or maybe your parents will, in theCanon. Or maybe we’ll have this out in a big, bloody battle and the AAM will finally come to its senses.” He sat again, put his arms around me, drew me between his thighs. “We’ll figure out a way through it.”
I rested my head atop his, breathed in his cologne. Then glanced toward the sitting area, found it empty of shifter and sorceress. “Did you see?”
“Trouble on the horizon?” he asked. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
“I mean, they’re both free agents, right?”
Lulu padded in. Her bob of dark hair gleaming, her clothes paint-splattered but tidy. She held up a hand as she aimed for the coffee. “I don’t even want to discuss it.”
Connor snorted. “Who said we do?”
She just grunted, pulled off a lid, and drank, throat working. When she’d properly self-medicated, she put the cup down, looked up again. “We just fell asleep. It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Okay,” I said, as casually as I could manage.
“We were watching this show about guys finding junk on old farms. And we fell asleep. That’s it.”
“Okay,” I said again. “You’re talking about this much more than we are.”
She narrowed her gaze at us. “Oh. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“No,” Connor said. “We definitely wouldn’t. Is he upstairs?”
“How would I know?” she asked, a little too loud.
“Because you just came from upstairs,” I offered, feeling the need to defend him, “and it’s a finite space.” I drew a box with my index fingers. “So it’s not unreasonable that you’d be aware of another person in said space.”
She just growled at me. Maybe she was missing the cat.
“He goes with you to work,” Connor told her, sipping again.
“Oh, great. Another night with baggage.”
The baggage walked in. He’d paired jeans with a tight-fitting T-shirt that showed off his leanly muscled body.
Connor flicked my ear.
“Stop doing that,” I said, sticking a pointed finger in his face and trying hard not to laugh.
“Stop staring at my Packmate,” he said.
