CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Theron, open your damn door!” Wolfe banged on the wooden door for the hundredth time. “Theron! We need inside!”
Poppy tried calling him again on her bracelet.
It didn’t connect yet again.
I finally groused, “Bust the damn door in, Wolfe. I know you have the strength for it.”
“This is our king’s home, Noelle. I’m trying to have a little respect for his privacy. His train is right there, so he’s here somewhere.”
I lifted one eyebrow. “You think he has someone in there with him? Because I have to say, if you think Erala let him take her here, there’s not a chance in hell. That young woman isn’t going to come around for a while—if ever.”
Poppy still cradled Cassander’s vial to her chest. “If you don’t break that door down, I will. We’ve been out here all night.”
“It’s been a half hour,” Wolfe countered. He pounded on the door again, but spoke evenly, “We need to wait a little longer.”
The door flew open, and a furious king stood staring.
All three of us outside went mute.
With his hearing, who knew what he had overheard us say.
Theron only wore a pair of pajama pants, and he finally snarled, “Can’t a man take a shit in peace? My goddamn, you three are loud as fuck. This had better be good, or I’m kicking all of your asses.”
Wolfe sidestepped, placing himself directly in front of me, his tone careful. “Theron, Poppy has a way to bring Cassander back to life.”
I couldn’t see the king, but I knew he wasn’t happy with those words, as he hollered, “Are you all fucking drunk? Do you know what time it is? My son’s death is not a joke!”
I lifted my right hand, though, no one could see me. “I may be a little tipsy.”
“Shut up, Noelle,” Poppy whispered from the side of her mouth. She straightened her spine, and stated clearly, “Joshua Striker invaded our dinner tonight—”
“Is he dead?” Theron cut her off.
“No, the restaurant was busy—”
“Was anyone injured?” Again, he interrupted.
“No,” Poppy hedged.
“I don’t want to hear it then. Get off my property and come back when the sun is actually up.”
The door slammed shut.
I leaned to the side and peeked.
Yeah, the king wasn’t going to let us in.
Not willingly, anyway.
I tapped on Wolfe’s right shoulder, and whispered, “What’s your special power?”
Wolfe turned around to face me. His eyed narrowed on mine in distrust. “Why?”
“I wonder if it would help us. Unless you want to wait for tomorrow.” I shrugged.
Wolfe leaned down until his face was in front of mine, whispering, “I’m not a teenager, Noelle. I try not to do anything reckless at my age. And breaking into his home, with him inside, would be extremely reckless.”
