"Like..."
"I don't know. A coat closet?"
"At least that would be quiet."
"Good point."
We cleared the bottom of the stairs, and Callum pulled me closer as we headed for the doors that led out. With the strobe lights bouncing color off every gleaming surface and the music pounding in my ears, I was suddenly desperate to be outside, despite the rain.
We stepped out into the drizzle, butmy mate's ice umbrella of sorts worked pretty well. I guess he'd had a lot of time to perfect it, since it had been raining in rumor for an entire century.
We were driving away moments later, and my gaze lingered on an ice cream shop as we drove past it.
My stomach rumbled.
I suddenly wanted chocolate. Fiercely.
"Can you stop at my cafe on Ivy?"
"Yeah." He glanced over at me. "What for?"
"We get this killer chocolate cake delivered to that location and a few others."
He glanced again. "You want that every time you're approaching heat."
"And other times."
But mostly when I was approaching heat.
"You usually have about a week after the chocolate craving starts before the actual heat starts. And three days after it starts before you need me."
"You shouldn't know that," I stated.
"I bribed a few of your employees at the locations you frequent. The baristas will tell me anything for a couple hundred bucks."
I shook my head. "You aresucha stalker."
"I never claimed to be anything else, Kitten. If you're going to be stalked by anyone, it should be your mate."
"Would I even know if anyone else was stalking me? I had no idea you were, outside of obviously getting tipped off by a shifter about my heat." Shifters were the only ones who could tell when someone was going into heat. Our scents changed slightly when we were nearing it.
Jonah usually texted me when my scent started to change, but if the change had just begun, he wouldn’t have picked up on it in the crowded club.
"If anyone else tried to stalk you, they would be dead." Callum didn't seem affected at all by the words, and I couldn't help but eye him.
"You're not just saying that, are you?"
"Of course not."
Callum didn't reallyjust saythings.
"How true is what the media says about you?" I asked.
"That depends which media you're referring to, and what they say."
"They said you tortured someone a few days ago."I was still checking the news.
"They were right. My pain magic does serve a purpose sometimes."
