I snicker and I see a faint smile on Drake’s otherwise blank face.
The guys file in looking unhappy. It kind of hurts that they seem uncomfortable in their own space.
Drake’s phone beeps and he pulls it from his pocket.
Drake throws back the rest of his coffee and puts the cup in the sink.
“I’ve gotta go, Hellfire.” He chastely kisses my cheek before he looks to the guys—specifically Luc.
“Watch out at the hearing. Hades’ lawyer’s got something up their sleeve. Look after Aurora,” Drake orders.
“Do you know what?” Luc steps forward.
Drake slowly shakes his head. “If I find out…I’ll get it to you.”
Finally looking at Drake with something other than hate, Luc nods. “I’d appreciate it.”
With that out of the way, Drake gives me one last look before he strides out the front door.
“Wait!”
Drake turns back around.
“How can I get in contact with you?” I question.
I don’t like when we don’t talk for a while. I never know if he’s okay or if he has people he can go to. As The Bloodhound—MC royalty—he’s always got someone coming after him. Most of the time it’s just him on his own and I hate that.
“There’s a swirl on the hilt. Push it in hard and it sends a signal to me with your location and I’ll find you. Emergencies only, Hel. It’s too dangerous to contact me right now,” Drake says sadly.
“Be safe,” I tell him seriously.
He salutes me with two fingers, his eyes lingering on me before he opens the door and steps out.
It’s silent as we listen to a bike start up and slowly get quieter as it gets further and further away.
I pick up my knife. I flick it over and my eyes fall on the raised swirl on the hilt. It looks a little like a fire wave. The rest ofthe symbols are dug into the leather but this one is raised above the hilt.
It’s hard not to just press it and make him come back.
Luc walks over and extends his hand, silently asking to look at the knife. Wordlessly, I hand it over. The guys gather around, peeking over our shoulders to look at it.
Maverick hugs me from behind, resting his chin on my head as he stares down at my knife.
“You okay?” He murmurs as Luc studies the knife more closely.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I just wish I could help him.”
Luc doesn’t glance up from what he’s doing. “King can take care of himself, Butterfly.”
Irritation prickles at my senses. I take the knife back, burying my disappointment.
Luc looks up at me in surprise but I’m already retracting myself from Maverick’s arms.
I thought of all people Luc would understand. I was wrong.
“Where are you going?” Luc questions when I pass all of them.
“Back to bed.” I throw over my shoulder, unable to mask the clipping tone in my voice.
