“You heard what he said. That he didn’t know if he’d ever want to take it further.” I open my eyes to find him watching me. “What?”
“Because he’s only just found out that you’re—” He tilts his head, listening. A bit late for that.
“We’re alone,” I murmur anyway. Unsurprising, considering the tension surrounding us.
“Mates,” Cal says softly. “Give him time, Lynx. He wanted to stay.”
“Not for me.” I shake my head and sigh. “Those hunters tortured his father into signing away his house. He wants revenge. That’s all.”
“Can’t blame him for that.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and nudges me with his shoulder. “Are you sure that’s all it is, though? Because you both smell?—”
“A week ago, he couldn’t stand me.” Cal raises his eyebrows, but I need to end this conversation for my own sanity. “He’s human, Cal.”
“I know that, but?—”
“Whatever hethinkshe might feel for me will fade with a bit of time and distance. And that’s how it has to be.”
“Fine. It’s your decision, I guess.” He gives me a long assessing look, his judgement heavy on my shoulders. “But I think you’re a fucking fool.” He turns and stalks off, leaving me alone in the empty yard.
“Fuck.”
I’m stillon the step outside the front door when Jet comes to find me a few hours later.
He sits down next to me. “The Silver Blades are staying at the Premier Inn just outside of town.”
I don’t ask how he knows, trusting his information to be accurate. “They still there?”
“Far as I know.”
The fact they aren’t staying with Fox gives me some peace of mind that we’ve not suddenly reverted back to before the hunter council was established. Those were dark fucking times, and even though things still aren’t ideal—fight rings being one reason—it’s better than it was. “You think Fox and his crew are on their own?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t fucking trust any of them.”
“I know.” And I’m not about to try and convince him otherwise.
“The Silver Blades are a bunch of cunts,” he says matter-of-factly, “but they’ve always stuck to the rules.” He glances over at me, dark eyes finding mine, and says quietly. “I don’t think Fox gives a fuck.”
I don’t either.
And with the resources they have at their disposal, that’s fucking terrifying.
I stand and brush dirt off my jeans. “I think we should pay the Blades a visit before they leave town.”
“Fucking awesome,” Jet grumbles, but gets up to join me with no hesitation.
I’m not expecting them to give us much, if anything, but at least it’ll take my mind off Morgan.
The Premier Innsits about a mile on the outskirts of town. It’s the usual set up, with a Beefeater pub stuck on the side.
We pull into the car park, and the weather is on our side because Tanner Grey and one of the others are outside having a pint and enjoying the sunshine.
Or they were until we rolled in.
They watch us park our bikes but make no move to get up or call for anyone else.
“You think they’re on their own?” Jet doesn’t take his eye off them as he unhooks his helmet.
I do the same. “I doubt it.” There’s no sign of Beck, but that means fuck all. He could be inside getting another round for all we know.
