It wasn’t a hardship to imagine myself with him.
I swallowed on a dry throat and stated softly, “I’m not sure what to say, Finn. I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”
“Just say you’ll stay here. That’ll do for now.”
“Do you really believe the shifter would come after me again?”
“He’s gone after Poppy twice now. It’s not a leap to think his man will try to kidnap you again. That much I do believe.”
“Do you think he’ll go after Megan again? Is she in danger?”
“Possibly. But Wolfe already tried to find her to ask more questions. He couldn’t track her down. And if he can’t do it, then it will be nearly impossible for anyone to do it.”
“You don’t think she’s been kidnapped again, do you?”
He snorted. “She ran so fast from my train, I knew she was going into the wind. She’s fine.”
I nodded, relieved for her.
Finn’s head of white hair shimmered in the sunlight streaming through his windows, an angel with blue eyes. “Are you done stalling?”
My lips pinched. “If I stay here, my parents will…”
What would they do?
Father was probably already rubbing his hands together in glee. But Mother would be frightened and would possibly do something rash.
“May we contact my parents together?” I tipped my head in the direction of the front of his house. “Before your friends come in and demand your time?”
“Of course,” he stated gently and rose to his feet.
The banging of his front door alerted us that the kings were coming inside. They had probably waited until we were done talking, eavesdropping outside the front door.
He pressed his hand to the small of my back and led me into his bedroom. “Do you want to put something else on before we call them?”
I peered down at my dress, and with dirty fingers, I pulled my skirt away from my legs to evaluate the material. The black silk was stained with varying colors and crusted bits that I wasn’t positive I wanted to know what had put them there. I peered up into his eyes, humor lighting my gaze, and murmured, “That would probably be wise. Father would be horrified, and Mother would blame you.”
He chuckled and walked into his closet, asking over his shoulder, “Anything in particular you’d like?”
“Honestly? Something comfortable.”
A plain black shirt and a pair of gray, cotton pajama pants were tossed through the air. “Those should fit you well enough. There’s a tie at the waist on the pants, and you’re not much shorter than I am.”
I lifted a blonde brow. “Where is your bathroom?”
I wasn’t going to change in front of him.
He pointed out of his room. “First door on your right. That’s the one I use. The other three are for guests.”
I stared. “And what am I?”
He answered simply, “Not quite a guest.”
