Too bad we didn’t have one of those. I would kill for a latte.
I might be having my first real craving, and nothing to kill it with.
“How he got a refrigerator here is beyond me,” Elias said, opening the two cabinets I’d suspected to be a pantry and revealing a stark white interior with nothing but a rotten apple within.
Immediately, my nose wrinkled, nausea rising in my throat at the sweet rotten scent. “Please get rid of that,” I said, taking a step back. “Immediately.”
Elias spared me a look, eyes widening. “Are you…?”
I waved a hand before covering my mouth, which did the trick, because he grabbed the mushy rotten apple and walked out of the kitchen, likely to throw it into the storm.
The smell lingered, but Maeve closed the fridge doors. “That can be cleaned.”
I lowered my hand from my face as Elias returned. “Yeah,” I replied, sighing.
“We should find the others. Rhadamanthus will have to use his shadows to get supplies, but we’ll need to send word to someone,” Elias said as he washed his hands, eyeing me carefully. “Anything in particular you need?”
“Shoes. Clothes. Coffee,” I replied, ticking each thing off on my hand. “Chocolate.”
He chuckled, turning the faucet off with a sigh. “At least we know the water works in most areas.”
“I’ll need to make a request for blood,” Maeve murmured without looking at me. “And no,a mhuirnín, I will not feed from you.”
Thor stepped in close to my side, chest rumbling lightly. “It’s okay,” I murmured, looking up at him.
Thor’s eyes narrowed, but of course, he couldn’t tell me what he wanted to say. Once again, his nostrils flared in frustration, but he huffed.
“And I get it,” I told Maeve. “I won’t push, even though…”
“Your bond and magic would tell you otherwise.” She nodded once, concern flashing in her eyes. “I sense the others. They aren’t far. We will have to pass the poltergeist, though.”
My eyes narrowed on her. “Funny.”
An amused smile tipped her lips, the first smile I’d gotten out of her since she found me. It brought me the same kind of comfort as Elias holding my hand. It gave me hope that maybe we could go back to before.
But then her gaze flickered to my throat, to the vice circling it, and the smile fell away. I was used to it, but she wasn’t. None of them were, except for the males who’d been with me.
I tried to swallow, but it was difficult. With a shake of my head, I started for the kitchen door, but it opened before I could take a step.
Damon entered first, his red eyes finding mineimmediately. They filled with a short-lived relief as he took a step towards me, but he stopped short, hesitating.
Next, Xerxes entered, still in his non-Primal form. His dark hair was mused, and he looked almost as tired as I felt. At least now that I was fully conscious, I could tell he hadn’t been hurt during the escape.
The final two to enter had me tensing. I couldn’t get a read on either of them, which had me anxious.
Both stopped near Damon, with Rowan taking a hesitant step towards me like he wanted to pull me into his arms. Adrian, though, just stared at me sadly.
But why?
Before I could ask, Maeve cleared her throat. “We need to get supplies,” she stated, looking at Damon. “You think you can summon them?”
The demon king nodded once, gaze flickering to me before meeting her stare completely. “Yes. We have already discussed as such.”
Discussed amongst themselves without me. Disappointment weighed heavily in my chest as I leaned against one of the counters.
“We’re going to need help from Theon,” Rowan said hesitantly, but I didn’t look at him. “He’s going to be our primary point of contact there.”
“Let’s keep our communication with the others as minimal as possible,” Maeve replied, crossing her arms. “I don’t want anyone able to track us.”
