Zeke doesn’t respond, and I busy myself repacking my bag. By the time I’m done, Thorin and Khalil are racing each other across the lake, which is a problem since I’m ready to go and they show no signs of winding down. I grumble at the delay and then I glance at the path home longingly.
Ireallywant a shower.
“Come on,” Zeke says, seemingly reading my mind. “I can walk you.”
I glance back at the lake before meeting Zeke’s gaze with my brows raised. “Shouldn’t we wait for Thorin and Khalil?”
Zeke’s lips flatten with displeasure. “Sure. If that makes you more comfortable.”
“No,” I answer quickly, realizing I probably offended him. I force a smile that only seems to put me even more on edge. “It’s fine. Let’s go.”
EZEKIEL
Aurelia and I walk in heavy silence for the first half of the long trek back to the cabin.
Keep it together, man. She’s just a girl.
A girl who has my brothers wrapped around her finger like a Chinese finger trap. The more I pull, the tighter her hold becomes. Even before we were forced to leave everything behind and isolate ourselves, Khalil and Thorin were demanding and hard to reach emotionally.
How did she do it?Whydid she do it?
“So Khalil mentioned you’re famous,” I blurt to distract myself from whatever nefarious plans she may or may not be hiding.
“Yeah. I am.” She confirms it like it’s a simple fact and not anything worth noting.
Unfortunately, I don’t know anything else about her, so I push forward in my attempt to understand her. “Would I have heard anything of yours?”
“That depends.” She glances at me. “How often do you listen to pop?”
“Not at all.”
“R&B?”
I rub the back of my neck and wince. “Never?”
“Let me guess,” she says as she stops to peer at me through the eyes of a musical savant. “You’re broody and like to sulk in your feelings, but you don’t strike me as a country music fan, so I’m guessing rock. Maybe a little metal?”
“You guessed correctly,” I said while silently debating if I should be offended by the sulking part.
Aurelia smiles a little. “Who’s your favorite band?”
I don’t have to think about it for long before saying, “Bound.” Aurelia’s eyes flare briefly with recognition before she looks away quickly when I eye her skeptically. “Why? You’ve heard of them?” Bound wasn’t huge when we left, but they were rising stars having just signed their first record deal. That was a decade ago though, so who knows.
“I might have,” she answers coyly. A secretive smirk plays at the corner of her lips and I’m stuck wondering what it means and then not giving a damn when the far more tempting thought of what it would be like to lick her there presents itself. “So who was your favorite?”
“Huh?” My gaze snaps up from her lips and she giggles, the dulcet sound burning itself into my memory even as I turn my head away with a frown at being caught.
When she speaks again, her voice is no longer light and playful as we slip back into the wary distance we cling to like a life ring. “Your favorite band member?”
I flick my gaze toward her and remind myself why I insisted on talking in the first place. “Sure you don’t want to guess?” I tease.
“Rich,” she says without hesitation.
I trip a little but recover smoothly enough that she doesn’t notice as she scans our surroundings. Thorin and Khalil haven’t been fucking around with her training. “Nope,” I lie because I don’t know how I feel about her being able to read me so well. “Everill.”
“I’m afraid I have terrible news,” she retorts in a faux grave tone. “He’s dead.”
“I know,” I confess with a laugh that isn’t forced. “We don’t have internet access up here, but there’s a café in townwith public computers and this thing called a newspaper.” Like Everill, Aurelia was plastered all over them after her plane crashed, but I don’t tell her that. I’m sure she’s guessed as much.
