I moved the phone away from my ear, staring at it as I breathed carefully in through my nose and out again. As tempting as killing my oldest and dearest friend, it wasn’t an appropriate response to frustration.
Besides, she’d survive any damage I dealt her. A perk of being a demon tainted werewolf.
Refraining from violence was easier when you knew there were no real consequences to it.
I threw the phone into my cup holder and shoved the car into drive. “Change of plans—I’ll drop you at home before heading out.”
Connor leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes. “No need. I’m going with you.”
“Which part of Girl’s Night do you not understand?” I asked.
It was there in the title. An exclusive night for only girls.
Then again, maybe the concept hadn’t existed the last time Connor was part of the normal world.
“The more you argue, the later you will be.” Connor didn’t open his eyes, the matter already settled in his mind.
His confidence was impressive.
Even more so because he was right. I didn’t have the energy to pursue this with him. Nor did I really care.
Caroline had known what she was doing when she gave Jenna the details. She’d probably anticipated my forgetfulness and this was her response. As a result, she could deal with Connor’s attendance.
“Are you going dressed like that?” Connor asked, finally opening his eyes to look me over.
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
A few months ago, I’d gotten slimed by a Tsuchigumo, basically a shapeshifting giant spider, and shown up to Girl’s Night covered in its webbing. Caroline and the others had found it hysterical.
“Your state may give your sister cause for concern,” Connor pointed out in a neutral tone.
I grimaced at the specks of mud dotting the upper legs of my pants and my top. He had a point. Much as I hated to admit it.
“Fine, I’ll get changed,” I grumbled, knowing it was the best answer.
Guess we were heading home after all.
I hit my signal as we approached a stop sign and made a right-hand turn.
“Is now a good time to discuss the house?” Connor asked after a few minutes had passed.
I sent him a startled look. “What about it?”
“It would make a good base of operations. I think we should consider staying.”
I was already shaking my head before he finished speaking. “Absolutely not.”
“The pixies are also fans,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken.
“The answer is still no,” I said in a near whine.
The termites should have warned me. You didn’t worry about something like that unless you were thinking about staying.
But until now, Connor had stubbornly resisted allowing Thomas any influence on our lives. It had made me lower my defenses. If anything, I thought Inara and Lowen would be the ones to suggest making the move permanent.
“It has the space we need to grow as a family and is isolated enough to offer privacy,” Connor pointed out. “We won’t have to worry about our human neighbors being too nosy.”
If there is a deity out there, please save me from a vampire’s family growth plan. I beg of you.
