Page 163 of Covert Mission

I drag her on top of me. “I’ll just have to show you.”

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“Dude, we wondered if you were going to come.” It’s Evan, and he’s got a beer in one hand and some kind of food stuff in the other.

I came. A lot.

I grin. “Sorry, man. Had other things to attend to.”

He shakes his head. “Eat, then we’ll talk, I have some new intel.”

I guide Camile through the door of Justice’s place.

The instant we step inside, I’m hit with a wave of delicious scents. There’s raucous laughter. The sound makes my heart jolt. It’s been a long damned time since everyone seemed so relaxed. Having Nyx safe and happy is like an elixir.

Add some good food and the excitement of a hunt and you’ve got a heady combination.

I head for the food. “What did you find? I need some of that.”

Nyx holds up a plate that’s piled high with an assortment of colorful things. “It’s sooo good. We found this little place in the next town over. You’ve got to try this. I don’t even know what it’s called. Hey, where’s your friend going?”

I turn to find Camile taking off out the door.

Well, hell. “I’ll be back.”

I catch her a few strides later. “Babe, where are you going?”

“I… uh. I just needed a little air. You know, it’s kind of hot in there and with everyone…”

I turn her into my chest and pull her so close I can feel the rapid flutter of her breath against my neck.

“Remember what I said?”

“Before you ruined my brain or after?”

I chuckle and rub her back. “Before. When I said we both have to talk.”

“I suck at this, Lucas. I’ve been alone for so long.”

I kiss her temple, wishing I could take away whatever has her so rattled. “You’re not anymore, sweetheart.”

There is a soft tap on my arm, and I turn to find Nyx beside me. Worry is drawing her brows together. “Could I have a moment. You know… girl talk time?”

When I shift Camile away from me, there’s a mask of indifference on her face. This alone concerns me. She never looks like that. “Babe, are you okay?”

“Fine.” She extends a hand. “Hello, I’m Camile.”

Nyx smiles softly. In her singsong British-tinted accent, she says, “I’m Nyx, it’s so nice to meet you.”

When Nyx looks at me again, it’s with a nod. “Just a minute. We’ll be right in.”

Camile smiles stiffly. It’s fast and soon snuffed by that façade. “I’m fine. We’ll be right in.”

Shit.Why do I feel so nervous about this? Like I’m letting two wary animals circle each other.

“Alright. I’ll just be inside the door. If you need me, just call out.”

When I turn and walk away, Evan’s by the door, sipping his beer, watching the whole thing. He clutches my shoulder and guides me inside the door. “Let them work it out.”

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