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Caitlin cut into her broccoli. She hadn’t lied. He had saved her from the pool last night, after all. Did Vlad assume she meant Levka had saved her from the ocean a year ago?
Vlad sipped his water. “You’ve known her for an awfully long time without making her your mate.” His cold voice sent chills down her spine.
“We’ve been at an impasse. You know how delicate these arrangements can be. But she’s agreed to be my mate.”
Vlad’s eyes widened. “Really.”
“Mate?” Alicia asked, bug-eyed. “You mean, like, marriage? Mom and Dad will never agree to it.”
Caitlin had thought Alicia and Lynne were too busy discussing Dylan’s weird actions to have noticed their conversation.
“Does she know what we are, Levka? Have you told her what becoming your mate will entail? What about your league? Have they approved this?” Vladic asked him privately.
As soon as Vladic began to speak telepathically, Levka knew the tracker would locate them. A dark-haired man with steel gray eyes quickly approached the table. “Good evening. Might I have a word with you gentlemen, alone?”
Vlad stared at the man. “Who are you?”
“I’m a member of the Dallas league.”
Caitlin choked on her water. “The tracker,” she said under her breath.
The man quickly turned to look at her. Her cheeks reddened.
“Do you mind if we finish dinner?” Levka asked, as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
“No, go right ahead. I’ll meet the four of you in the Blue Lounge.”
“I’ll keep you company, Caitlin,” Vlad said with a smirk.
“I’m going with Levka,” she said.
The man said privately to Levka, “Tell the mortal she cannot come.”
“Sir, the lady is with me.”
The man considered Caitlin for a moment more while she lifted her chin under the scrutiny. To Levka, he said, “You will always be trouble. Very well, meet me following your dinner.” He strode off.
“He’s with the Dallas league?” Vlad asked, his eyes and lips smiling. “Did someone get into a bit of trouble?”
Chapter 13
When they resituated themselves in the Blue Lounge after finishing their dinner, Vlad sat at the bar, but the conversation would be kept private so Levka wasn’t sure why he came to watch. Caitlin sat next to Levka, and though he wanted to hold her hand, he resisted the urge under the watchful eyes of the tracker.
“I’m Mr. Petroski,” the tracker said first. Then he spoke privately to Levka and his companions. “You disobeyed the league’s ruling on non-interference in mortals’ affairs.”
Levka said, “But—“
Mr. Petroski motioned for silence.
Caitlin patted Levka’s leg. “Are you masking your communication, Levka? I thought you couldn’t do that.”
Petroski stared at her. “Can you speak telepathically?”
“Yes.” She smiled broadly. “And I’d like to join a guild, too.”
He looked back at Levka and spoke privately again, “Do not tell me you want the girl.”
“I do. I want permission from the league to okay our union.”
