“Is that what you want?” the other man snarled back. “You wantherdead?”
“NO!” Dalton roared. “But I don’t want her suffering at the hands of some sick bastardeither!”
“You don’t know what is happening, Dalton. He could have meant it was round seven of some sort of witch training. You can’t jump to conclusions. You’ll drive yourselfcrazy.”
Dalton closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He passed crazy a few months ago. He was well passed having any form of sanity. But he knew Dillon was right. He couldn’t make guesses at what the man’s words hadmeant.
“What’s going on inside?” he asked, trying to get his mind onsomethingelse.
Dillon shook his head. “The pixie is hell-bent on getting Thad to open thepixieveil.”
“Can he?” Dalton’s snapped up to meet his Alpha’s eyes for just a second before sliding to just over hisshoulder.
“I don’t know. She seems convinced thathecan.”
“What’sThadsay?”
“He hasn’t said a whole lot, and what he has said, I get the impression, is only said to further infuriate the little pixie. He’s an all-powerful, bored, immortal. At this point I think he’ll do just about anything to entertainhimself.”
Dalton started forthedoor.
“What are you doing?” Dillon asked as he moved tojoinhim.
“I’m going to get the pixie what she wants and what we need, that veilopened.”
* * *
Thad feigned a yawn,and he could see the irritation onAdira’sface.
“Am I boring you, djinn? Do you need a bottle to curl up in until someone needs to makeawish?”
He rolled his eyes. “Now you’re not even trying to come up with good insults,” he said. “You’re being lazy and borrowing things from the humanimagination.”
“So you’re even snobbish about how you can be insulted? Holy pixie wings you’re worse than that slime ball of a brotherAinselhas.”
Thad’s eyes narrowed. “I am nothing like that wastet of air,” he said coolly. “He has no honor orrespect.”
“And you do?” shechallenged.
Thad didn’t dignify her question with a response. He maintained the bored appearance as he stared down at her. She was just about to open her mouth again when the front door flew inward, and Dalton stomped in with Dillon right behind him. He walked right over to Thad and stared him intheeyes.
“I will help you find a mate if you open that veil,” he said to the djinn. Dalton’s eyes glowed with his wolf’spower.
“How?” Thadaskedhim.
Dalton frowned. “How? How am I supposed to know how to open the veil? You’re the damn djinn with all themagic.”
Thad sighed and waved away the wolf’s words. “No, you imbecile, how will you find meamate?”
“You want a mate?” Elle asked him before Dalton could answer. “Don’t you have one in your ownspecies?”
Thad turned his eyes on her. Her mate, Sorin, shifted closer to the fae, placing a hand possessively onherback.
“My own species doesn’t mate for life,” hetoldher.
Elle nodded. “Mine doesn’t often,” she said. “But why would you want somethinglikethat?”
“I have been recording the history of all the supernatural races for more decades that I care to admit,” he said as he stood, unfolding his long form. As the most powerful of his race, he was also the largest. At nearly seven feet, he towered over even most of the werewolves. He walked over to the large windows that looked out into the front of Peri’s home. The landscape was picturesque, and yet it didn’t leave him in awe. “I have seen every emotion through the eyes of others. But I have only experienced a handful of those emotions personally,” he continued. “After meeting Sally and her mate, I realized that I didn’t want to experience all of those things secondhand through my recordings. I want them for myself.” He turned to face the room, but his eyes landed on Elle. “I see the way you and your mate look at each other, but I don’t understand it. The longing in your eyes for one another, it’s beyond my grasp of comprehension. It’s like seeing the notes of a beautiful piece of music but not being able to hear the melody. I’m tired of simply reading the music. I want to hear it andfeelit.”
