Alches jumped off the bed, padding toward the closest shadow and using it to slip away.
“As always, good talk,” I muttered sarcastically.
Helpful my ass.
As far as I could tell, all the shadow hound was good for was a game of catch, and being in the vicinity when things went to shit.
The sheets slid down my naked body as I rolled over to search the end table for my phone.
“I need a shower,” I muttered, looking down at myself.
Fang marks dotted my body, evidence of how I’d spent my day. I ached in places where I didn’t normally and there was a pleasurable soreness in my muscles. Like I’d spent a few hours training. I also smelled like sex.
A shower was definitely in order.
Before I could move, a tentative knock came from the door. “Aileen, can I come in?”
I leaned over the side of the bed, hoping to swipe a shirt off the floor but finding it empty.
Damn it.
“One moment,” I called.
Getting out of bed, I padded to the closest dresser, opened a drawer at random and grabbed the first shirt I could find. I shrugged it over my head before opening another and grabbing a pair of Liam’s boxers.
The clothing swallowed my figure, making me look like a slob but it was better than greeting Deborah with no clothes.
“Come in,” I said, heading back for my phone.
I grabbed it, checking my messages. I scanned the email in my inbox before looking to see if Connor had contacted me.
Nothing.
Calm down,I told myself. You know how terrible Connor is with technology.
So, he wasn’t answering his phone or returning my texts. It didn’t mean I had to jump to the worst-case scenario. Or that my dream was real.
Even with that reassurance, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“Did you see Connor tonight?” I asked as Deborah entered.
She shook her head. “I’ve been here since before dawn. Some of the enforcer’s came to get me around five this morning. They said there was an emergency and that you needed me here.” Her gaze scanned me. “Do you need blood?”
I wasn’t listening as my thoughts turned toward the events of the dream. Don’t come looking for me. That’s what Connor had said.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. “How did I forget about that?”
Past Aileen had been a genius. Though, present Aileen almost fucked everything up by forgetting about the location app I’d put on Connor’s phone for this exact scenario. So that if he ever got lost, I could go find him.
It’d been so long since I’d downloaded the app that I’d almost forgotten. Current events hadn’t helped either. I could probably be forgiven for not thinking of this sooner, given the fear and adrenaline due to everything that happened last night.
Excited, I searched through my phone for the location app, opening it only to frown. Hmm. No wonder no one could find him. How the hell did he get all the way down there?
“Aileen?” Deborah asked.
I started, turning off the phone’s screen and placing it on the bed. “Did they mention anything else?”
Deborah started to answer and then paused, sensing that there was an underlying cause for my question. “Is there something I should know?”
