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With that, he walks away, disappearing around the building. Taking a life and reviving it always drains his energy and puts him in a foul mood. Acid follows him to ensure he’s okay. The two of them have always been close, and for whatever reason, Acid is the one man Reaper has never tried to take out.
Those of us remaining are quiet for a few minutes. No doubt, the human chapter is processing what they just witnessed and struggling to come up with a rhyme or reason for it all. I get it. I possess a gift but am still always stunned when new Warriors develop their own abilities. It’s a lot to wrap your mind around, and nothing will ever change that.
“Now that that’s over, maybe we should head inside and get down to business,” I suggest when I can’t take the silence any longer.
Trooper nods, and we traipse toward the front door of the clubhouse. When we enter, I spot Reaper and Acid at the bar. Reaper is knocking back shots while Acid continues to supply them.
We migrate to the meeting room and fill the seats around the table. Acid and Reaper are the last to enter, and it’s not surprising when I see Reaper carrying a bottle of booze. He’ll drink for a while, endlessly chasing a buzz that will never come.
“Trooper,” I begin. “We need your chapter to fill us in on the work that you do. We’re going to be here for a while, and we have to appear like we belong. Back in Valhalla, our tasks are more similar to law enforcement-type things, and something tells me that down here, the opposite is true.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Doesn’t get much more opposite. How do you feel about getting your hands dirty?”
“We’ll do whatever the fuck we have to so we can go home,” Reaper barks.
Two hours later, we’ve got plans to assist with a weapons purchase, three drug supply runs, a party, and a way to get more time with Makayla.
She is the reason we’re here, after all.
12
Makayla
“Thanks.”
I smile at the bumbling freshman who had no clue how to find the books he needed for his first research project.
“You’re welcome. And don’t ever hesitate to ask for help when you need it,” I advise. “It’ll make your life so much easier.”
He nods and walks away from the counter, leaving me free to go back to my own research.
It’s been a week since the night I met Viking, and I’m finally back to my normal studious self. It took longer than I’d have liked to push him out of my mind and refocus on my work, but I did it.
After several more dreams and cold showers.
It’s late on Friday afternoon, and the library is about as empty as it gets. The majority of the student body is gearing up for the weekend and frat parties. The last thing on their minds is books, which means I can think of little else.
Deep into the giant tome of Norse mythology, I don’t notice the door open. I’m scribbling notes when a throat is cleared, pulling my attention upward.
Oh. My. God.
“You’re not an easy woman to find,” Viking says smoothly, leaning on the counter.
“How… Why…” I swallow and try not to squirm in my seat. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I wanted to talk to you more the other night, but that didn’t happen. So, I went back to Cherry’s and asked around about where I could find you.”
Sweet or stalker?
“But… Why?”
Viking straightens with a grin. His height is impressive, and he looks every bit as dangerous in his jeans and leather vest as he did the first time I saw him.
Dangerous and delicious.
“I think I just explained that,” he says.
“Right. Um, okay.” Needing something to do with my hands so I don’t dive over the counter and grope him where he stands, I pull my hair into a messy bun and wrap the hair tie I wear on my wrist around it. “Hi.”
