“We’ve heard. She wants you both back Stateside.”
I sigh, taking another sip or two from my cup. The delay seems to piss him off.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“I did, and there are things Tavish and I need to handle here.”
“What things? You two have been gone for weeks. There’s Society business to be handled, and we need you here.”
“Why? Every one else seems to be free to come and go as they please. What’s the difference?”
“The two of you have already flouted the rules. You’re in your ancestral home. Becoming a Ghost means leaving your life behind, Draven. You’ve not done that.”
“You’re right, I havenae. Coming here was best for Tavish’s safety,” I say.
I really thought he was untouchable inside the castle. Simon left with the men willingly. No one abducted him. The passages are secret. Their locations only shared with members of the family. The staff dinnae even know the locations o’ entrances and exits. Maeve gave that information away to protect herself and Dillon. I’ll nae fault her for it. I’d have done the same for Simon and Tavish, if I had been in her position.
“When can she expect you?” Damon asks.
Setting my cup down on the table, I place the phone next to it before burying my hands in my hair. The loose strands are a tangled mess since I didn’t bother to brush or pull it back when I got out o’ the bed.
“Draven?”
“Give me the phone.” I hear Everly in the background.
“Draven, it’s Everly. You need to come talk to me.”
So ye can kill me?
“I promise it’s just to talk.”
A sound at the door draws my attention. I flick my gaze to see who it is, and a smile pulls the worry from my face. Tavish, still mussed with sleep, carrying the soft blanket he found on our journey north, walks softly into the room and crawls into my lap. The boy never fails to tug at my heartstrings and turn the heat on my sex drive.
He presses a kiss to my lips and says, while looking into my eyes, “We’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Fabulous. Thank you. Have a safe trip.”
“Tavish, the bairn…”
“We’ll take him with us, but we have to go back. You know we do.”
I wrap my arms around him and tuck my face into the curve of his neck. Looking at him, bruised and battered, I want to lay him down on the table in front o’ me and tend to all his wounds. I want to kiss them better, but I’m scared he isnae ready for that, so I settle for rubbing my face against as much o’ his body as I can. The urge to claim him and mark him as mine is a living and breathing thing. Almost animalistic.
Tavish pulls away from me, tilting my eyes up to his. He holds my gaze for a wee bit, but his eyes soon move to dance across my face. Mine does the same, and I’m flooded with all the emotions I feel for the boy.
“I dinnae think this is a good idea.”
“I know.”
“We have to go back.”
“I ken.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
TAVISH
Walkingthrough the mansion that’s been my home since the Order blew up, I’m torn. I never thought a place could feel like home, but these rooms in the basement of Societas Exspiravit are home to me. But so is the medieval castle I shared with Draven while running from Samuel.
