Thomas laughs. “I did recently watchBlades of Glory, you know. I think you’d look good in those sparkly, tight outfits.”
“I would rock it,” I laugh back. “Maybe for Halloween. People dress up for Halloween now,” I quickly explain, not sure if he’s seen a movie about it yet. It’s funny how helpful hours in front of the TV have been for the guys when it comes to adapting to the new world.
“We should have a Halloween party.”
“That could be fun.”
“Could be? It would be fun.”
I flick on the turn signal and silence falls between us. My mind goes back to what Henry said.Whoever it is really wants you.My mom would want me, but she doesn’t fit the description at all. Does Braeya want to give me another warning? Along with my mom and the pink dress ghost, we have the whole appearance of the thousand-year-old necklace to deal with.
I bet that thing is worth a fortune, though it’s not like I’d ever sell it. The necklace is currently inside a Ziploc baggie full of salt that’s locked inside the wooden box my grimoire came out of…which can only be opened by a drop of my blood.
“For what it’s worth,” Thomas starts, putting his hand on my thigh. Tingles of warmth travel up to my core. “I think it was your mom.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. If it was a demon, why hasn’t it attacked you? You’ve been alone and vulnerable plenty of times since then. You said she warned you against following the ghost who turned out to be psychotic and even told you to do a spell that banished her as well. People only do shit like that when they really love the person, you know?”
My eyes get a little misty. “Yeah. I do know. And I know she’d do that. She’d risk her own life with no questions asked. She was like how mothers should be.”
Thomas gives my thigh a squeeze. The car rolls to a stop at a red light, and I drop one hand off the steering wheel, resting it on top of his.
“I’m glad you came with me tonight.”
Thomas smiles. “Me too.”
My heart feels full inside my chest, despite the shit show that my life has become. I have no idea what’s going on. I take one step forward and two back when it comes to understanding the paranormal, but I have Thomas.
And Gilbert.
And Hasan.
And Jacques.
They’re all my lovers, but they’re also friends. We’re family.
* * *
“Maybe we shouldn’t mentionthe whole seeing into your past life thing to Jac just yet,” I say when I pull into the driveway. “He’s still freaked about the necklace even though he doesn’t act like it.”
Thomas nods. “Good thinking.”
I put the car in park and undo my seat belt, angling my body toward Tom’s. “Is it wrong not to tell him? I don’t want to lie, but…”
“But he’ll freak the fuck out over it, like he does over everything?”
“He’s not that bad.”
Thomas raises his eyebrows. “He’s ten times worse than you at having fun, and it’s been a challenge to get you to enjoy yourself.”
“I enjoy myself plenty.”
“Was that…was that a sex reference?”
“It was, though I haven’t had to take care of business myself much lately.”
Thomas’s lips part and he blinks a few times before speaking. “I’m thinking of you touching yourself now.”
