“We weren’t keeping it from you, love.” Rafe said as Skye opened her mouth. “It just wasn’t relevant yet.”
Skye looked to Aiden, who spoke to her through their minds.
I tried not to be offended.
Skye looked to me again, and I began to babble, saying anything I could to keep her attention on me.
“When my father lost the trial, and Wilson went to prison, she freaked the fuck out. The Palace’s strongest Shield could barely hold her. It was raining in the court room as they dragged her out. She cursed my father, and anyone he holds dear.”
Skye’s eyebrows raised in surprise.
Wilson was incredibly powerful. Palace Shields were not weak by any means.
“Wasn’t it right after that when Lauren–”
I cut Rafe off with a sharp glare. What the fuck was he thinking mentioning Willow’s mother here?
Skye looked between us, a confused expression on her face.
“Anyway, Wyatt’s jumpy on account of this curse. I wouldn’t believe it was really her if this storm hadn’t happened. I don’t believe in coincidences where she’s concerned,” Rafe deflected smoothly.
“She walked right past me,” I muttered. “She looked at me, then looked away like I was nobody.”
“And the Crusader?” Rafe asked sharply. “He implied to me that he knew about you.”
I narrowed his eyes at the Prince. He hadn’t told me that. “Knew about me how?”
Rafe grinned, looking a little…sheepish? He cleared his throat. “He told me he knew about my boyfriend.”
Aiden and Skye stifled a laugh.
“That would have been good information to have like a week ago, Rafe.” I growled.
Rafe shrugged, opening his mouth to speak, but then he paused just before there was a knock at the café door.
Darkness exploded, Rafe sending the shadows into every corner of the room to hide us.
It was too late, obviously. Whoever it was would’ve already seen us through the door window, but it was still a nice gesture.
“Fucking hell,” Zephyr groaned. “It’s our friend from the first storm, Skye.”
“Seward?”
I almost snorted as I remembered the lady agent from the original storm. She’d been way too chatty with me even though she was old enough to be my mom.
“Seward?” Aiden repeated in a mutter. “Talk about water affinity.”
“That’s exactly what I thought!” Skye said brightly. Aiden grinned, kissing her nose again before nuzzling against her.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to die. Skye, it’s fucking Stevens. The one who searched the apartment.” Zephyr snapped, sounding exasperated.
Skye gasped.
The officer,Stevens, stared down at Skye’s new ID, his lips twisting.
Rafe loomed behind her like a sentry, his arms crossed while Skye fought the urge to lean back against him.
“You’re the guy that made her get this new ID. What’s the issue?” Zephyr asked, his voice a little edgy.
