“What happened? Did the old man fight you?” he asked.
Skye froze, slowly turning to face Rafe.
Rafe laughed easily, like nothing was wrong, but Skye was already narrowing her eyes at him.
“No, no. Wyatt and I just messed around a bit is all.”
Skye turned a glare toward me, and Rafe had the sense to look apologetic.
“Darling,” Rafe turned on his purr, slipping between me and Skye to grab her attention. Thankfully, it worked. “It’s nothing to worry about. Trust me, I wouldn’t lie to you, not even to protect Wyatt.”
Ouch, what the fuck? Rafe was being a dick, but it worked.
Zephyr laughed, because my pain was funny to him, and Skye shook her head. “Let’s go see him, then.”
Chapter 23
Skye
Zephyr was pissed,and it was ruining everyone’s mood.
I wasn’t happy to be hanging out with Wyatt, either, especially not after learning he’d hurt Rafe during…roughhousing? But Zephyr’s dislike toward him was really beginning to annoy me. Wyatt wasmyproblem, not his, and he needed to stop taking everything Wyatt did or said as a personal slight. He’d tried several times to turn Wyatt’s unassuming comments into insults against me, and it was getting pretty old. Wyatt was a pain in the ass, but…he was trying. I think.
We touched down on the ghost island, and a shiver of awareness shot through me.
“He’shere?” Zephyr asked in disbelief. “Why is he here?” He swallowed uneasily as he looked toward the mountain peak.
I shook my head. “Rafe said his wife and son died in the massacre, so…”
Zephyr shivered. “I love you, Skye, but I’d never live with a bunch of ghosts for you.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said dryly.
“I would, baby.” Aiden smacked a kiss on my cheek and I batted him away. He snickered while Rafe and Wyatt watched the three of us with confusion.
“Wait,” Rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell me this is where the mass grave is.”
I nodded in confirmation, and Wyatt suddenly looked sick.
“You set him up at the site of amass grave?!” Wyatt hissed.
“He set himself up here!” Rafe replied defensively. “She pointed this island out to me in the dark, how was I supposed to know it was the same?!”
“You’re a shit tour guide,” Wyatt snarked, and Rafe’s jaw dropped.
“You’re a dick.” Rafe sniffed. “Maybe I should show Skye my shoulder–”
Wyatt launched himself at Rafe, and Rafe laughed like a maniac as they tumbled into the dirt, even as he winced from pain.
“Holy shit, they’re both insane.” Zephyr muttered.
I stared in shock as Wyatt and Rafe rolled around in the dirt so hard, some rocks nearby began to vibrate. Shadows were trying not to get involved, and the dirt and grass around them rattled as they responded to Wyatt’s anger.
Finally, Wyatt managed to slap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe whimpered, and I took a step forward to do…I don’t know what, and then Rafe sagged in what appeared to be relief.
“Dick,” he panted.
Wyatt stood and dusted himself off.
