Maybe a little. That way I wouldn’t feel so dumb for wracking my brain for so long over how I was going to tell him about Alches.
“Didn’t you think it strange I didn’t support Thomas’s idea of sending you out of the city?”
I stared at him. Now that he’d mentioned it, I did. He’d been far less annoying than usual when the question of my safety came up.
Son of a gun. Alches was why he’d been all reasonable. Not because he was learning I could handle myself just fine.
“I think I liked you better when we were still enemies,” I grumbled.
“That’s not what you said this afternoon.”
“You just be quiet and drive.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Liam murmured with a tiny little smirk that did devilish things to my insides.
I shook my head, reaching for my phone to dial Connor. The phone rang as I lifted it to my ear. Mentally, I urged him to pick up to save me from this conversation.
There was a click.
“What is it you want me to say again?” Connor asked.
My exasperated voice came over the line. “You were already supposed to say it.”
Crap. The call had gone to voice mail.
“What if I don’t know them? Do they still leave a message?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, let me do it,” Inara snapped.
There was a rustling and then Inara shouted into my ear. “Leave the fanger a message but don’t expect a response since he probably won’t ever hear it.”
There was a low beep.
“I don’t know if you’ll get this, but if you do, call me,” I ordered. “Better yet, head home immediately. I mean it, Connor. Disappearing like this isn’t what battle buddies do.”
Abandoning his boss to chase after an ancient vampire was a no go. Especially when the ancient vampire was considered highly dangerous and had already led him into one trap.
“If I have to come find your ass, there will be consequences,” I threatened.
I hung up without much confidence that he would get my message.
As fascinated as Connor was by all new technology, he still hadn’t mastered navigating it. Case in point—the voice mail message he’d never gotten around to changing.
Knowing him, he’d probably switched his phone to silent by accident. I’d be lucky if he remembered that it even had a voice mail function.
I just had to hope he actually had his phone on him. He had a habit of leaving it in random places. Like the bathroom sink or the kitchen cabinets. Once, I’d even found it in a freezer.
That last was Inara or Lowen’s fault, I was pretty sure.
On the off chance he’d thought to bring it with him tonight, I sent him a text repeating what I’d said in the message.
“No luck?” Liam asked when I was done.
I shook my head, trying not to let my disappointment show. “How worried should I be? Your sire won’t hurt him, will he?”
Liam’s expression was pensive as he turned onto another street. “It depends on whether he remembers who Connor is to him.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
