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What is someone from MacShire doing here?
Pario City wasn’t exactly a tourist hotspot, and MacShire was a long way for someone to drive.
Prickles of nervous anticipation snaked down my spine as I ambled around the back of the house, but I wasn’t surprised to find the shed empty. Elijah hadn’t been there all day. His bag was in exactly the same place it had been the last time I’d seen it, the bedding precisely how he’d left it.
Would I never learn? I should have seen him out of the house that morning and ensured he stayed out.
Did he mean it when he said he was staying?
Gritting my teeth, I turned toward the house and saw that the shattered window now had a wooden board over it. The initial ire died down, but only a notch. After all, he had been the one to break it. I wasn’t giving him props for fixing what he’d damaged.
Entering the house, I parted my lips to call out to him, smelling his pheromones the minute my foot hit the threshold. But his name died on my lips when I sensed someone else in my living room, the voice reaching my ear.
“…the bottom of it,” the other male growled. “It defies logic that I could believe you were dead.”
Cautiously, I headed into the front room, gawking to see Ash Corpus on my couch. Elijah jumped up when he saw me, a slightly sheepish expression crossing his face.
“You’re home,” he said, moving to embrace me, but I wriggled out of his hold.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I murmured, my eyes fixed on Ash.
“Hello, Abigail,” the demon shifter smiled. “It’s been a while.”
I shook my head, finally prying my gaze away and stifling my healthy fear of the notorious demon loan shark.
“You promised,” I hissed. “You said you would stay out of sight. You told me you would go to the shed.”
“I was going to, but Ash showed up.” He grinned at his friend.
I eyed Ash warily. “How did that happen?” I demanded suspiciously.
Ash was unperturbed by my skepticism. “You didn’t tell her?” he asked, and I glanced at my mate again. “Elijah managed to call Avalon yesterday. When I got word, I had the call traced, and…” He waved a hand around before running it over his head.
My scowl deepened. “Never mind,” I growled at Elijah. “Get your things together. We’re getting you out of Pario City tonight.”
Elijah and Ash exchanged a look, but neither of them moved.
“Elijah,” I insisted. “Come on. I think I can find you a place to lie low in Sirrio, but we should go tonight.”
Ash cleared his throat and sat forward, folding his hands neatly over his suit pants.
“Elijah tells me that you’re working under Orson Haynes now,” Ash said quietly. I tensed, defensiveness straightening my spine.
“Orson’s been very good to me,” I replied shortly. “He took me in when I had nowhere to go.”
Once again, the men shared a private look, which infuriated me.
“What’s that about?” I demanded sharply. “You’re in my house. Stop looking at each other like schoolboys sharing a secret.”
Ash smirked and sat back, arching an eyebrow. “Maybe you should tell her,” he said.
Elijah exhaled, and I raised my own eyebrow expectantly.
“Tell me what?”
“Why don’t you sit down, Princess?” Elijah suggested.
My eyes narrowed, and I did, but I perched on the edge of the wing chair, irises darting from one to the other.
