Maybe.
“Do you have an answer for me on the other?” he inquired, figuring since he had Kaj’s attention, he might as well find out where they stood on the other issues.
“You’re not going to like what I have to tell you.”
Probably not, but Michael was all too familiar with that, too. It was rare that he ever got his way.
Not for lack of trying, mind you.
Chapter Thirteen
After filling Michael in on his decisionto support Obsidian as an equal, rather than declare to march to the beat of their drum, Kaj had excused himself. Of course, the archangel had given him shit about his final decision on the original vampire, and Kaj had not so kindly told him to shove it for a little while longer. As much as he wanted to resolve the problems for all species in one day, he knew it wasn’t possible.
However, there was one situation he was prepared to resolve and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d spent far too many days sleeping alone when all he wanted was to feel Acadia pressed up to him through the daylight hours. Because she hadn’t yet had the conversation with Obsidian that they’d discussed previously, Kaj had to believe they weren’t on the same page.
It was time they figured it out.
“Phaal, I think we might have a problem.”
Kaj spun around to face Huracan, who’d come jogging after him the moment he’d stepped into the Lair. “What?”
“It’s … Mirakel.”
Kaj narrowed his eyes, waiting for the male to continue. The concern on Huracan’s face had him forgetting his previous plans of confronting Acadia in lieu of what was more pressing.
“Where is he?”
“The workout room.”
Not sure how that could possibly be a problem, he propped his fists on his hips and waited for Huracan to get on with it.
“You should…” The male canted his head toward the back of the mansion. “Probably just need to see this for yourself.”
Kaj followed Huracan through the Lair, which was surprisingly busy at the moment. There were threeheurospin the kitchen, preparing what looked to be the morning meal, another who was tending to the floors, as well as Blaz and Kidel, who were sitting at the dining room table, fingers flying over their laptops as though they were in a race to finish first. No one looked up or paid them any mind as they strolled through to the door leading to the stairs that would take them down to the underground rooms. No sooner had they stepped into the concrete tunnel than he heard the sound. Loud clanks mixed with heavy grunts lured them in the direction of the workout room. When they got to the door, Kaj stopped suddenly.
Mirakel was standing in the center of the space, a bar weighed down with God knew how many pounds in his hands. Eight hundred? Nine, maybe? He hefted it high in the air, held it there, then let it fall to the ground. Mirakel looked like he was trying out for the strongest male contest. And he was aiming to be the winner by a mile. Kaj figured beneath that black mat, there was a sinkhole emerging.
Huracan nodded him inside but remained in the hall.
“Mirakel?”
The male’s neon blue eyes shot toward him, chest heaving. He looked a little crazed, so Kaj kept a safe distance.
“What’s going on?” he prompted.
Mirakel shook his head.
“Something’s bothering you.” Kaj motioned toward the weight on the floor. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be lifting the equivalent of an SUV.”
As though cued, Mirakel’s shoulders slumped, defeat overriding determination as he began studying the floor as though it held all the answers he was seeking.
Kaj had no idea what to say or do, but he figured time was the answer, so he remained where he was, taking in the familiar space he’d spent too much time in lately.
They remained like that for a long moment before Mirakel went to his knees, dropping his head.
Oh, boy.
“I have failed you once more,phaal.”
