I send Sava a look out of the corner of my eye before training it back on the road. “Yeah, I’m not talking about that.Thatis plain stupid but you’re a stubborn vampire, so hello back pain to you.”
When I told Severin he should stay in Boston while recovering from his injuries, he flat out refused.
And then punished me for even thinking that. I shift in the seat to relieve some of the sting on my ass.
Truth be told, I didn’t want him to stay behind. I don’t want to be apart from him at all, but logically it’s better. We have a small two-bedroom house and I share a room with Emett, but Sava shut my logic up right away by saying he was going to sleep on the couch.
“Dad! Can we go to the rink? Can we? Or…or we can play with my bear family! Wait, no, we can watch the game!” Emett jumps up and down in his booster seat. His excitement can’t be contained since the moment we told him Sava was coming with us.
Severin smiles wide and honest, grinning like love-sick fool and my heart melts for the millionth time, despite the nagging feeling deep inside. “How about we start with watching the game and then we’ll go from there?”
“Okay,” Emett agrees easily and goes back to the cartoon Sava turned on for him.
“Is it normal to feel this…this intense joy every time he calls me Dad?” Sava asks quietly, watching our son in the rear view mirror.
“Yeah, it is.” I smile but it wavers and Sava catches it right away.
“What is really bothering you, Lychik?”
“I-I don’t know.” I shake my head slowly. “It’s just a feeling. A bad one.”
“You’re tired, I should drive.”
“No, no, that’s not it.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll think I’m crazy.” I huff out a laugh.
“Tell me,” Sava demands in that tone of his that barters no compromise.
I sigh, looking up at those clouds just as a rumble rushes across it. “The storm talks to me. I know, I know how that sounds, but every time trouble is approaching or something is bound to happen the storm whispers a warning. It happened the night of my accident and before those men…the other night. And one other time…”
“When?”
“When I met you for the first time at the lake.”
“And you feel it talking to you now?”
“Yeah. I have this feeling that something is wrong. Am I crazy?” I ask, watching his furrowed expression.
“No, Lychik.”
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles before picking his phone up. Severin doesn’t say anything else for a few seconds as he clicks around it but suddenly, his face grows taut, his jaw clenches, and those golden eyes turn black.
“What? What is it?” I glance at him nervously. “Sava!”
“Pull over, Aurora.”
“What? Why?”
“I’ll drive. We need to get to Iris Lake as soon as possible, and I won’t let you drive in this storm that’s coming.”
“Severin, what’s going on? What did you see on your phone?”
“Pull over.”
“I won’t until you tell me.” My hands grip the wheel harder.
