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There was nothing to pack, just Lucy, and I was pretty sure Samael could buy her food. Despite the obnoxious meows, I grabbed her and flew down the stairs. I paused at the foot of the landing, staring at my two men. Aeron was uncomfortably stationed by the back passenger door, and Samael looked like he was going to beat me within an inch of my life. And not in a good way.
His expression relaxed only the teeniest bit as I stepped forward hesitantly. “Don’t you ever do that again, do you understand?”
“I don’t even know what I did.” I didn’t. Well, I might not have made things better by leaving the office or trying to drag Samael’s temper out. But I didn’t fucking know what was going on.
“There are things you don’t understand,” Samael began as he roughly dragged me into a hug. Usually, I wanted to sink into that warmth with the promise of more, but this felt… dark. I squirmed against his chest, and he released me, gripping my chin roughly so our eyes met. There was pain, horror, and uncertainty in those dark voids of his. “I need to know that you’re protected, and when you run off like that—”
I ripped myself from his grip. “No.” Ah, fuck I was about to start something again, wasn’t I?
“No?”
“No. You sound like my father. You sound like you want to control me, and I can’t… I-” I sounded like a blubbering idiot, but I didn’t cry. This was Killian’s fault, wasn’t it? But the kid was still peacefully tucked in our subconsciousness. The residual effects of his panic attacks had to be getting to me. That was the only possible explanation for this outburst and the only one I was going to accept.
Aeron gathered me in his arms and dragged me into the car, beckoning Samael to drive off. “All right, we’ll figure it out. But fuck, no more disappearing, okay?”
“Because someone knows something?” I asked, keeping my eyes fixed forward even as I felt Aeron’s arms tighten around my waist.
“How the fuck do you know that?” Samael bit out. He glared at me through the rearview mirror, but I ducked my head just in time to avoid his gaze.
I managed a slight shrug, head bowed, and in a small voice, said, “It’s kind of simple, really.” It wasn’t. Fuck, none of this was simple. “The lungs in Aeron’s fridge.” The sound of Aeron’s grunt meant I wasn’t supposed to know about those. Whoops. “The hushed whispers. You’re all so uptight and angry. And then you agreed to that fucking interview. And then your foster moms. What the fuck is with them anyway?” Tense silence filtered in between us, and I fought the urge to push for an answer.
“They’re crazy,” Aeron finally whispered.
“So are you.”
Shouldn’t have said that. Shouldn’t have said it.
Backtrack, Daemon.
Fuck.
More uncomfortable silence.
“Kitten…”
“I’m just joking. It was a joke. I like your crazy.”
The rest of the ride remained silent as I burrowed into myself. That joke? It hadn’t come from me. I glared at the other two, but they were tight-lipped, staring at me, just as confused. Something was fucking wrong, and I needed to figure out what it was before my men did. Because as much as they told me they were nothing like my father, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them tried to get me ‘help.’
KILLIAN
Daemon was going to give me whiplash with the way he kept throwing me in the driver’s seat. It’s not that I didn’t want to be driving our shared meat suit; I just hated how much power the fucker thought he had. I was the only thing stopping us from being dropped off at a mental institution. My eyes, my innocence, and my little cries kept my men from trying to find me help.
I needed Daemon to remember that. I needed them both to remember that I was in charge.
“Hey Kitten, lost you for a minute there.”
I glanced up to see Aeron sitting across from me, cradling my hands in his, Samael and Slash off to my left, leaning against Samael’s kitchen table in a similar fashion – one leg crossed over the other, their arms folded across their chest, with twin looks of disappointment plastered on their faces.
Right, I was in trouble.
But first, how the fuck did we get here?
I looked between the three of them, eyes falling on the guard I recognized from the ski trip, and then frowned. Nope, there was a bit of a hole in my memory, and not even Dark or Daemon could fill it in. There was the car ride, tucked into Aeron’s side as Samael drove like a maniac. But Slash had been noticeably absent. Now, all three of them were here. Fuck if I was going to ask my men what happened.
“Why am I here?”
Samael grunted. “Because I told you to stay fucking put.”
