I gotta admit, though it’s not easy, I like that she’s talking and being honest with me. The two of us have to do this, no matter how I originally felt. She’s my mate, and I know the legend. I know that unless she accepts me, takes me in her body, not just thebond, we haven’t completed it yet. She could technically still choose someone else, which would suck for me because it leaves me without being able to find someone else for myself.
How fucked up is that? The fates of the Gods have really fucked with us all.
I’m going to have to figure out how to fix the fucked-up way I’ve dealt with this whole thing with her. I’m not about to be celibate for the rest of my damn life. My dragon won’t let me give up on her, not when he wants her as much as I do. The scent of her alone fills the truck, making me crave her all the more.
Ten minutes after leaving her grandparents’ house, we pull up at the clubhouse, and I park the truck in my usual spot, considering I live here at the clubhouse. I could easily find a place, and I should do that. I don’t want Carina to have to live in my room here. She needs to have a place where she can make it her own. I know she’s not had that since she lived with her grandparents. Clay had told me. Inferno too. Carina, though, she mentioned it somewhat, and I want to know more about what she does.
“Wait for me,” I tell her, turning the truck off and opening my door. I don’t worry about the keys. No one will come near it here at the clubhouse. They’dbe stupid to try considering all the security we have around here.
Rounding the hood, I get to her side as she opens the door. I grab her crutches out of the back and help her out. I’d carry her all the way, but I have a feeling she wouldn’t let me do that without arguing.
“Come on, Sweets, let you get inside.” Tucking her to myself, I guide her toward the door.
Inside, I spot Heat sitting on one of the couches with ahorain his lap. He’s not paying attention to her as he watches the game on the TV. Brimstone is on the other couch, stretched out.
Both men cock their heads as we make our way in their direction.
“Pyro,” Heat greets, his eyes shifting to Carina.
“Prez.” I nod and look to Brimstone. “VP.”
Heat taps Kaley’s thigh. “Get lost.”
With only a huff, Kaley does as she’s told. Out of all the girls around here, she’s maybe one of the only ones that doesn’t act catty and does what she’s told, even when she doesn’t want to.
All thehorasknow what they’re getting into when they start hanging around. They know the score and know they most likely won’t become more than what they’re at the clubhouse to do. They’re free pussy ready and willing.
“Take a seat,” Brimstone says, shifting to makeroom. “About time you joined us in the main room.” He quirks a smirk at Carina.
I sit and pull her down on my lap, turning her to rest her leg on the couch next to Heat’s thigh.
“Out of the cast and into the boot, huh?” Heat chuckles.
“Yeah, for at least two weeks with the crutches.” Carina sighs. “I wish I hadn’t been in that accident. Then I wouldn’t be stuck in a stupid boot and would be in Shiverborn.”
I clench my teeth to keep from growling at her mention of being anywhere else.
“What exactly is it you do, Carina?” Brimstone asks.
“I travel to different locations all the time, stay for a while, and write up articles for my blog and magazines. I was heading to Shiverborn because it’s supposed to be something magical, according to rumor.”
Oh, it’s magical, all right.
It’s where my mother is from. I know it well. It’s beautiful, but not a place I’d ever want to visit again.
“So, you pretty much live a nomad life,” Heat remarks, cocking a brow.
“Nomad life is pretty good for me. Makes me money, pays my bills, and lets me see all over the world.” Carina shrugs. “Sucks that I have to wait tokeep going. I don’t like staying in one place for too long.”
“You got your new phone, and your laptop survived the crash.” That was a fucking miracle. “You could still write something. Doesn’t have to be about Shiverborn,” I tell her.
“Like what?” she asks, twisting her head in my direction. Brows furrowed.
“You could write about our area. You grew up here,” I suggest. “We might not get a hell of a lot of snow, but that doesn’t mean there’s not things to do this time of year.”
“True,” she says far too slowly. “But I haven’t been in the area in years and so much as changed.”
“Then it’s perfect for you to write an article about,” Brimstone says, shifting forward slightly, bracing his arms on his legs.
