He nods and heads back to the bedroom as Nevaeh dishes out the sandwiches.
“So, what do you want to take with you from these rooms?” she asks.
I look around and point at the few books stacked on the table. “Just the books and the throw from the back of the sofa if it’s still in one piece.”
“You sure? We have plenty of space in the trunk. Plus, I’m sure we could get Midas to bring his truck over when he comes too.”
“None of its mine, Tink,” I tell her softly. That has all of them looking around once more.
“Wait, nothing?” Amity questions.
“I’ve lived at three different clubhouses in ten years. All I ever needed was some clothes, toiletries, and a few electronics that fit in my bag. That’s what I had when I moved in here.”
“That’s why there’s no TV? It wasn’t stolen?” Tink frowns.
“No, it wasn’t stolen. I was saving money for when the baby arrived. Thankfully, I haven’t started buying anything yet.”
They all go quiet after that, but I’m not sure why. What the heck did they think I had? Hell, until I moved into the Raven Souls clubhouse, I’d always shared a room. I know they’re not judging me, and yet at the same time, I feel a little like they are. I’m not sure what to say when the damn door goes again.
We look to the bedroom as Dice walks out and heads for it, nodding at each of us for staying put. When he opens it, Midas is standing there and for the first time in a while, I’m glad for it.
“Ladies, how you getting on?” he questions when Dice steps back. He heads straight for me.
“We’re fine. We’re almost done, actually. We’re just waiting on Dice because he won’t let me help him.”
“Good. Sit, eat. I’ll go help him.”
I don’t get a chance to warn him about what he’s about to walk into before he’s gone. I wait, tense, ready to feel his anger. He doesn’t disappoint, when a few minutes later, he walks back out, his eyes locked on mine as he stalks forward.
“You are never coming back here,” he tells me in a guttural tone that barely contains his fury.
I stand up and walk over to him, feeling him vibrating with tension.
“I know. I wasn’t planning on it.”
“Good.”
I reach for him slowly, just my hand on his arm to ground him. He yanks me into his arms, making me yelp. He buries his face in my hair and takes a dozen or so deep breaths before he finally relaxes.
He pulls back, his eyes locking on mine. “Never again, Legs, you hear me?”
“I didn’t exactly ask for a stalker, Midas,” I remind him gently.
“And yet you found one, anyway. I’m the only one who’s allowed to stalk you.”
“Aww,” someone pipes up from the kitchen, but I keep my eyes on Midas.
“You’re such a fucking weirdo.”
He grins. Somewhat manically, it has to be said.
“But I’m your weirdo, and I’m good with that.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Midas
Once I gether out of that place, I feel a huge weight off my shoulders. Even so, I know there is one more thing I need to take care of.
