I could live with that.
“And there will be a period of time where you’ll be inexplicably angry with me,” she continued, her voice lower. Defeated. “Right after your soul realizes the binding won’t happen.”
My arms tightened around her. Like I could somehow reassure her and myself that it wouldn’t happen. That we’d already wasted too much time at each other’s throat and there was no way I’d let us go back to how it wasbeforeI pulled my own head out of my ass and stopped seeing her as the voices made her out to be.
“For how long?” I asked. It was no use trying to downplay it or pretend it would be different for us.
“It depends.” She kissed my lips softly, releasing a long, exhausted sigh. “Dimitri’s anger lasted for a long time. Sometimes I can still feel it, even though he buries it in the back of his mind. But he had a really good reason to be upset.”
I grunted in understanding. Everyone knew what it meant for a Nephilim to never bind his soul to his mate. It must have been a nightmare, for him to slowly lose parts of himself and his sanity and for her, to watch it happen, powerless.
But they had made it through. And from what I’ve seen, their love clearly overpowered his potential anger.
“We’ll make it work,” I said, kissing her back. “I mean, it can’t be worse than how we were just a couple of weeks ago, right?”
Lola smiled, nestling closer to me. She felt so small in my arms. So vulnerable.
My little devious mate.
The fucking headache I had as I was going through Arc’s tasks were ruining the great mood I’d been in the whole morning. Being gone for almost two weeks, work was piling up and his absence started to raise questions.
“At least it’s been a while since our people have been attacked,” Kai remarked, going over the reports Carrie had placed on the table.
“Sure, if we forget about what happened to Carter last night,” Ann mumbled, looking at the paper over his shoulders.
Kai rolled his eyes. “Vlad didn’t do it. He said it wasn’t him, and I trust him not to lie to me.”
“It’s not like you can read his mind,” I said.
“Come on, do you really think it’s him? I mean, I don’t, but if you’re one hundred percent sure, I’ll talk to him.”
I didn’t. The guy was shady as shit, but when I thought of last night, I kept seeing hazel eyes filled with golden flecks. Somehow, I knew the Warlock was behind it. But how? Why? And why couldn’t I remember anything?
“Never mind.” I sighed. “Let’s just get this meeting over with.”
Carrie looked at me with narrowed eyes as understanding passed through Jeremiah’s.
But I didn’t care.
Lola was up in the Archives. Alone. And I desperately wanted more of her and less of Arc’s fucking job.
“Here’s the list of guards that need to be off Monday for their chip replacement,” Ann said, giving a sheet to Carrie. “They might dissolve soon if we don’t remove and change them in the next ten days.”
“Noted, I’ll send them a notification so they can call you and book their appointment.”
“Where are we on the supply front?” Jeremiah asked, looking over another document. “It looks like the stores are running low on a few basic necessities.”
I looked at my own pile, sifting through different pages until I found the ones he had.
“We’ll need to make a trip soon,” I confirmed, looking over the inventories given by each restaurant and shop. “Might even take the opportunity to get other things that are not critically low yet. Aymeric will have a panic attack if he runs out of chocolate or sugar.”
Not to mention coffee. I’d hate to see Lola in withdrawal. Might fuel the anger she said would come next…
“And the farms?” Kai asked next.
“Harvests were good.” I nodded, looking at the numbers. “Still going on for some of the crops. Livestock is—well, chickens are good, but we might need to buy a few cows.”
Jeremiah let out an annoyed grunt, sliding his hand in his pocket as he stopped his casual pacing. “We’ll need the bigger trucks, then. The trip won’t be as discreet as usual.” He tilted his head at Kai. “Are your men still in Vegas?”
