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“No.”

I shook my head for good measure. Connor was free to choose any companion he wanted. Except Drake.

A hunter was not getting the address of our house. Much less moving in with us.

And that’s what would happen if I let this progress.

“We’ll see,” Connor said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, effectively ending the conversation.

“Coward,” I muttered.

And we would not see.

I flopped back on the couch to find Anton staring at me from the seat in front of us. “What?”

“Just wondering if Liam knows how possessive you are of his nephew.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Though I could see how it would seem that way to an outsider.

“What?” I barked when Anton continued to stare at me.

“There’s something about the human you’re not telling us, isn’t there?”

Connor opened his eyes, hostility in them as he stared at the enforcer.

Anton smirked, stretching one leg out as he made himself comfortable. “Alright. I’ll quit prying.”

Connor regarded him for a beat longer before closing his eyes again.

“Enjoy the reprieve, Lena,” Anton whispered before I could relax. “I’m sure the truth will come out sooner or later.”

seven

Shortly before take-off, Iwent back to my seat and stared out the window, lost in thought.

It was funny. This was my first flight in years. The first since becoming a vampire at least.

Come to think of it, I hadn’t done any traveling since my transition. At first, I’d been too busy keeping my head down to even think about leaving the city. Even after I’d come out of my shell and accepted my place in our society, it had been one thing after another.

Strange—since at one point in my life I’d had plans to see the world. It was one of the reasons I’d joined the military.

Maybe this trip wouldn’t be so bad after all. Minus the whole having to rescue Brax and the rest of the pack, of course.

At the very least, it might prove a distraction from whatever was going on with me.

Rustling came from the seat next to me. Seeing my glance, Deborah tilted the package of cookies she was opening toward me and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if I wanted one.

“Remember the house rules, Deborah,” Connor advised without opening his eyes.

Deborah slowly brought the package of cookies back to her chest. “Sorry about that.”

“I’ll take one,” Caroline chimed from a few seats away.

The grin she aimed at me was taunting as she selected a few cookies before turning back to her companions.

“You two have a good relationship,” Anton remarked with a thoughtful glance at Caroline.