“Shh!” Prue waved at him.
I eyed Battle.
Oh shit.
“She’s on the prowl!” Prue said animatedly to me.
She so was.
“Who’s on the prowl?” Battle asked.
“Shh!” Prue repeated.
I could tell Battle was getting pissed.
I could also tell he was done with this because he was making moves to get up.
I knew no way could Battle witness Chassie trying to mend the damage she caused by pretending Christian didn’t exist, only for Christian to make his move to prove he did, and her racing away from him, so he was leaving her alone, without Battle…doing something.
I didn’t know what.
I just knew he couldn’t do whatever it was because that was the message Chassie had been sending.
She wasn’t sending it now.
However, she wasn’t being overt in the new message she was sending.
Ugh.
Shit.
“Don’t move,” Prue ordered. “They can’t suspect we’re in here.”
Battle stopped moving, but clipped, “Who?”
Prue ignored him and told me, “She used to garden in old jeans and sweaters and beat-up wellies. She only started wearing dresses since Christian’s been around.”
Oh shit!
That made Battle move.
So I crawled on all fours quickly across the room, knowing I looked like an imbecile, but this was too important for him to engage.
I got to him, looked up at him to see him staring down at me like he thought I needed medication and a straitjacket.
I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him down.
He didn’t budge.
“Just sit, Battle, please,” I begged.
He glowered at me.
“Please?” I repeated.
Slowly he sat.
“That’s what the ‘yes’ meant at Ravenna’s,” Prue called quietly.
