I push away from the table, too. “I’m going to go and start packing so I can do it slowly, and methodically, and so I don’t end up forgetting to pack something vital or more likely end up panicking packing random things for a just in case scenario that will probably never happen.”
“Like the stiletto,” River grins, remembering the stiletto that I packed in my bag for the Choosing, just the one stiletto. To be honest, that still makes sense to me. A stiletto is a good weapon if you know how to use it, and we didn’t know whether we were going to have to do a challenge that would mean that we couldn’t use actual weapons. I stand by that decision.
“Or the coffee maker,” Coen adds, with a smirk.
The guys all look at him incredulously.
“She packed a coffee maker?” Doc asks, trying to hold back his laughter.
I smirk, “I’m going to leave before this conversation really gets going.”
The guys vaguely wave in my direction as they wait for the coffee maker story from Coen.
The sound of raucous laughter follows me up the stairs, making me smile.
Once I’m back up in my room, I pull out the bag that I packed at the guy's house and haven’t gotten around to emptying yet. A normal person might go through it and put things away neatly before repacking it. I’m not normal.
The Voices mutter in agreement, and I mentally stick my middle finger up at them, making them cackle.
Tipping the bag out on the floor in my closet, I start to rummage through the mess and throw the pieces that I want to take with me back in the bag haphazardly. It’s a job that doesn’t really require much mental input, and because of that, my mind wanders. Of course, the place that it wonders to is Dimitri.
Chapter Twelve
Neith
What happened last night has been playing on my mind, for the obvious emotional reasons, but also because I’m sure that even though he may not have tripped anything when he left, it’s pretty fucking likely that something like the security cameras or the guards noticed that he had disappeared.
Before the thought has even finished processing, I’m reaching out to him,“Dimi?”
“Love. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,”he replies immediately.
“I wanted to check in on you,”I reply honestly.“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,”he replies.
A spear of pain runs through my side, making me grunt. It’s gone as quickly as it came, and my instinct screams at me.
“He’s hurt,”the Voices whisper.
Well, that confirms that my instincts are right.
“Neith?”Dimitri asks with a heavy dose of concern in his voice,“What happened then? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’m not hurt, but you are,”I reply bluntly, with a heavy frown.
“What?”Dimitri asks, sounding shocked.“How could you possibly know that?”
“Because I felt it, Dimitri. What the hell is going on? Why are you hurt?”
“You did?”He asks, completely disregarding my question.
There’s something in his voice, something that almost sounds like hope, which is strange but isn’t my top concern right now.
“Dimitri,”I reply, my tone leaving no room to argue.
Dimitri sighs heavily,“It’s nothing, I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle, Love.”
“Which means that there is something going on,”I retort.“Dimitri, I swear you’d better tell me what the fuck is going on or . . .”I trail off, I’m not really sure what my threat is going to be.
