Chapter Thirteen
Dain
It had been a whole week since Lanche’s icicle was stolen, and we hadn’t found a single clue. Not a damn one.
Lanche couldn’t feel it. Still. Which I thought was really odd, but maybe this person was using magic to block him.
I didn’t want to think about Lanche’s reasoning for that.
I couldn’t be his viramore. No matter how much of a pull I felt toward the man. No matter how amazing he always felt when I was with him. No matter how badly I wanted it to be true.
Pushing that aside, I stared down at my phone for a few minutes.
I’d seen Lanche every day this week, and we’d eaten at least one meal together every time. And despite everything going on, it’d been really nice spending time together. He was fun. He made me laugh.
He made me feel safe.
So I wasn’t sure why I was hesitating so much over calling him now.
I was nervous, which was stupid. And I knew it was stupid.
Ugh. Stupid anxiety.
Ignoring, well, everything, I hit call on my phone.
Lanche picked up after only one ring.“Hello?”
“Hey, Lanche, it’s Dain.” I closed my eyes in mortification. As if he didn’t know it was me when I called his cell phone. Duh, my name flashed across the screen, for fuck’s sake.
I could hear the amusement in his voice when he spoke.“It’s good to hear from you. How are you doing today?”
“I’m alright. Kinda fidgety since it’s, uh, a full moon tonight.”
“Ah. Yeah, makes sense.”
I hesitated for a few beats before I sighed to myself.Just ask him, you absolute dork.“Would you want to come over tonight, and, uh… meet my werewolf?” My voice went up a few octaves at the end there. Ugh.
“Really? That would be wonderful. I’d love to.”He sounded way more excited than the situation warranted.
“Oh, okay. Um… good. Then I guess… come over around five? We can eat an early dinner before I change, if that’s alright with you?”
“Sounds great. Thank you for the invite.”
“Uh-huh.” I paused. “Okay, well, I’ll see you later, then.”
“See you later, sweetheart.”
We hung up, and I blew out a breath. I really was being ridiculous.
Maybe I was nervous about spending time with him alone in a private space, but we’d be in my space, and I’d be in my were form. Which meant that I could bite the shit out of him if I really needed to.
But deep down in the depths of my soul, I knew he would never hurt me. Ever.
By the time Lanche came over, I was a bundle of nerves. Which was so dumb since he’d been here throughout the week, and he was such an absolute sweetheart that I knew he wouldn’t do anything to me. Of course he wouldn’t.
Maybe I didn’t believe we were soulmates, but he sure did. And everyone knew you couldn’t hurt your viramore.
Almost as soon as he knocked, I opened the door for him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made pasta, and it’s ready to go now. I, uh, always give myself some time between finishing dinner and changing.”
