“Dimitri,”I reply firmly.“You’re in the strongest prison in the realm, guarded twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week by extremely strong wards and supernaturals.”
I feel like it's necessary to remind him.
“You think that could stop me from getting to you?”Dimitri asks.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me from behind, squeezing me tightly, as he kisses my neck and inhales deeply.
“I will always find you, Love,” he mutters softly in my ear before he disappears again.
“What the fuck!” River exclaims.
“Was that Dimitri?” Coen asks, while everyone remains frozen and staring in my direction.
“Thank fuck you guys saw him too,” Van mutters. “Neith, what the hell?”
My whole body is buzzing, and my hands are shaking. It has been a really long time since I’ve been held by Dimitri, and well, fuck.
“Give me a minute,” I mutter as I plop my ass on the floor. It’s not just that I was in his arms again, and not just to calm him the fuck down, but because he wanted me there, it’s what he said.
He said that he could always find me.
That means that this whole time, the whole time I’ve been running, he could have just popped up. He could have found me in an instant.
Which means he’s deliberately not done it, he’s kept me safe in the only way he can, without him being with me himself, he’s kept me safefrom him, and that realization shatters any hesitation that I had left about forgiving him.
“Shit,” I curse as I realize that he’s going to get in trouble.
“What?” Reed asks, as he and Baz study our surroundings, looking for a threat.
“Sorry, hang on,” I say.
Poor Baz looks completely and utterly confused, and if he wants to stay with us after this clusterfuck of an evening, then I will be very surprised.
“Dimi,”I say, reaching for him.“Are you okay? Are you going to get in trouble? Do you need me to call Ty?”
“Whoa, slow down for a minute, Love. Honestly, I thought you would be freaking out about entirely different things right now. Don’t worry about me, Love. Baz is safe, you can talk to him. I recognize him from somewhere, well, I recognize his magical signature, not him, but I couldn’t tell you where from. I do know that he is safe to talk to.”
With those last words, he’s gone.
I bite my lip.
“What’s wrong, Love?” Coen asks.
“I’m worried about Dimi, he shouldn’t have appeared here. What if someone picked up on it?”
The guys share a look. I know that they’ve got thousands of questions, but I also know that they care about Dimitri too, even though they don’t know why.
“Doc, can you take me to the prison?” Ransom asks. “I don’t need to be too close, but I do need to be closer than this.”
“Yeah, I can do that. I know a blind spot,” Doc replies, surprisingly. When we look at him questioningly, he adds, “I check for them every now and then. I decided not to tell anyone about that one, just in case. I have one of Raiden’s trip spells set on it to alert me if anyone comes out, just in case, but I figured it may come in handy eventually.”
“Well damn,” Griff mutters. “I wish I’d thought of that.”
“Exactly who the fuck are you all?” Baz asks, looking more curious than worried.
“Technically, the good guys,” Van explains, although he pulls a face because he's aware that at the moment we very definitely do not sound like we are the good guys.
Baz’s eyebrow raises, and he smirks slightly, “Are you sure about that?”
