“I believe it is prudent we figure out a plan of attack. You may stay in my home tonight, and we will hope the vampires cause Niall to be too busy to come skulking around,” Lady Caith said.
Wade was all for figuring out a way to get rid of Niall, but he wasn’t going to spend the night in territory that wasn’t his. “Whatever we decide, we’ll need to let the Boston god pack know.”
“Then let’s call them,” Riordan said, reaching for his phone.
Wade sighed and went to claim his seat again. It was going to be a long afternoon of discussions, and he always found those excruciatingly boring. “Do you have any snacks?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Wade steppedout of the elevator into the penthouse suite, the lights on and the smell of food saturating the kitchen area. The private chef was nowhere to be found, but when Wade went into the kitchen and opened up the oven, he could see the Dutch oven filled with beef bourguignon on the rack there, and two fresh loaves of bread were covered by a towel on the counter.
“Awesome,” Wade said as he reached for the Dutch oven’s handles. The metal was warm against his palms, which probably meant it would be too hot for a mundane human or anyone else not immune to fire and high heat to handle. It didn’t bother him, and he easily hauled it out of the oven, setting it on the stove. “I asked the chef to make dinner for us because I didn’t think I could wait for delivery.”
“When did you do that?” Riordan asked as he came up beside Wade. He reached for the lid but then jerked his hand away when he realized it was hot. “Ow.”
“It was staying warm in the oven. What made you think it was a good idea to touch it?”
“You touched it.”
Wade rolled his eyes and started opening up cupboards to figure out where the bowls were kept. “Heat doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re pretty hot.”
“That was thedumbestline. Please don’t ever say that around my pack.”
Riordan laughed and crowded Wade up against the stove for a lingering kiss that definitely burned hotter than the Dutch oven he’d just set down. He tilted his head, parted his lips some, and could have kept on kissing Riordan, except his stomach growled, reminding him he was hungry.
“All right, let’s feed you,” Riordan said after breaking the kiss.
Wade was torn for a single second between more kisses and food, but food won out. He had a loaf of fresh bread to attack. “There should be some clothes for you in the bedroom. I had the concierge go out and buy some for you since you only have what you’re wearing. You can change after dinner or now, whatever you prefer.”
Riordan stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “I haven’t even thought about everything we lost. Thank you.”
It earned him another kiss, this one close-lipped and brushing soft and gentle against the corner of his mouth. It made his skin tingle, warmth spreading through him. Riordan stepped back and started opening up a few drawers, looking for an oven mitt. He used it to lift the lid off the Dutch oven and take a whiff of dinner. “Smells good.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it.”
“I’d like anything you gave me.”
“Well, you also get a loaf of bread you don’t have to share with me only because I made sure I got my own.”
Riordan laughed and set the lid aside. “Duly noted.”
Between the two of them, they found the tableware and utensils, got the beef bourguignon ladled into bowls, and figured out there was a wine fridge in the kitchen island. Wade wasn’t a connoisseur of wine in any way, but Riordan seemed impressedby whatever was stored in there. “Do you care what bottle I pick?”
“I’ll drink whatever you open,” Wade said.
They served the meal on the dining table near the long line of windows that overlooked Boston. The curtains weren’t shut, and the sky outside was black due to the late-evening hour. The buildings that stretched out before them glowed with light, making it difficult to see the stars. The view was nice, but Riordan was better looking, even with the stress of the day lending a darkness to his warm brown eyes. Wade wanted to erase the pain he could see there but didn’t know how.
The plan they’d come up with at Lady Caith’s had essentially been a Trojan horse of sorts. They’d let the vampires have fun hunting Niall tonight. Tomorrow, they would reach out to the asshole—if he was still alive, and Wade could hope he wasn’t—and Saoirse would give herself up to Niall. Wade would tag along to help get her skin back and figure out where Casey was being held prisoner in the bay. The Boston god pack would be waiting with the Maguire Clan at the harbor to help search the islands.
Of course, all of that hinged on Niall actually letting Wade join Saoirse as a prisoner. The fae still thought he was human, but Wade had an idea to rile Niall up and allow himself to be taken as an extra prize. Men who had power were never happy when things they considered theirs were damaged or destroyed—like the waterfront hotel—and Wade was certain that arrogance applied to fae as well. Which meant Niall would probably want revenge, and Wade would be the focus of that rage.
Riordan hadnotbeen happy with the plan, but Saoirse had been stubborn in her determination to place herself in Niall’s hands. The ensuing fight between the siblings was what had prompted Wade to leave Lady Caith’s with Riordan in tow. If there was anything he knew about pack that could be applied toclan, it was that giving each other space to calm down was the best for everyone.
Donal and Saoirse would be safe with Lady Caith, and Riordan would be safe with Wade.
“Do you travel to help other packs out often?” Riordan asked.
