“Things didn’t exactly go like they’d hoped last night.”Even in my head, he sounds exhausted, like he’s barely slept.“They were partying all night and then this morning... let’s just say the revolution has started with more of a splutter than a bang.”
I grit my teeth together, grinding them down.“Ember. I don’t care. I didn’t agree to being involved and you know it.”
“Please, Silver. You need to get back here.”
Back in the room, he locked me inside while the vamp that poisoned Fabian and wanted to make me his pet was having a jolly time downstairs.
Yeah, no thank you.
“No one outside these four walls is talking about what happened,”he continues.“It’s freaky. Anyway, the vamps are not a happy bunch. They planned last night for months and they’ve been low-key planning something foryears.Decades, maybe, I dunno.”
I rub my face tiredly and let out a sigh. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because we both know they’re not just going to give up. Last night was a success. Kind of. They want to go bigger, though, so that no one will ignore it and sweep everything under the rug like nothing happened.”
My stomach twists. I don’t want to imagine what else they have on their list, if the murders of fifty people and bringing to life a few dozen corpses are just the beginning.
“Do you know what they’re planning next?”
“No.”He sighs. “But, Silver, they won’t forget about you either. About what you can do.”
Fury whips through my blood like flames. “And whose fault is that?”
He sighs again, like he’s finding this entire conversation irritating. “I’ve not told them what you are.”
“How kind of you,”I practically spit the words.
“I—I think I might be in trouble.”
My stomach twists violently until I feel like I might actually throw up. Those damn words are like my call sign, my weak spot.
And he’s pressing right on it.
But I can’t forget what happened last night. What Ember allowed to happen.
“Ro nearly died last night. You know that, right?”
My sweet mage, who’s full of manic joy. The person who brings fun to everything he does, who has no qualms in feeling things deeply and letting you know exactly how much he cares.
I got damn close to losing him, without ever telling him exactly how I feel.
And for that, I can’t forget what Ember did.
“I can’t,”I tell him. “This time, you’re going to have to figure things out on your own.”
After my very unwelcome brain invasion from Ember, I build my mental walls until they’re sky high and as thick as a fortress. I’ll teach the others to do the same since we can’t trust him not to be listening in to our private moments and thoughts.
I’m restless and my mouth is dry as a desert. There’s no way I’m getting back to sleep and Z is still dead to the world, so I peel myself away from him and slip on one of his t-shirts. It hangs over my frame like a dress, falling almost to my thigh and covering the fact I’m not wearing underwear.
Slipping out of the bedroom, I gently shut the door behind me and tiptoe out into the hallway.
... immediately colliding with a wall of warm, damp flesh.
I let out a little ‘eep’ and stumble back as I stare at the wet chest in front of me, belonging to a freshly showered Fabian.
And his rock hard erection.
“Sorry,” he says, dodging out of the way. My eyes are not connected to my brain and have decided to cling to the droplets of water currently trailing down, down his chest, to the treasure trail that leads to the white towel wrapped firmly around his hips.
