Page 62 of The Brotherhood

She smiled, tilting her head left and right, getting his kisses at every angle.

“You’ll stay the night with me?”

She sucked in a happy breath. “I can?”

“You can,” he swore, ready to sleep in a closet with her if he had to.

She squirmed her way out of his arms and ran, squealing her way back toward Felix and Nitro at the edge of the parking lot.

Nitro met him halfway and Spook braced for questions. “Bat King,” he greeted, reaching out for his hand, getting a firm shake before he pulled him into a hug.

“Spook,” he returned, pressing his forehead to his briefly before stepping back. “How you holding up?” he asked, his gaze digging.

“I’m good,” Spook said, shoving his hands in his coat pockets and looking off at the tree line. “Eveque’s alive, that’s all that matters.”

“Four more days,” Nitro said, glancing back at the women then digging his gaze harder on him. “How’s your symptoms?”

He let out half a laugh. “Raging,” he muttered. “Glad you brought my wife.”

He gave a slow grin before lowering it. “I figured,” he said. “Any other symptoms?”

He pretended to think about it, not intending to discuss it. “I think I hear better,” he said, offering a small piece of the truth.

Nitro eyed him, eyes still mining. “Just curious if the bites are different,” he said.

Spook gave a shrug. “A question for Lesion, maybe. He came and collected blood from me yesterday.”

“I need to report to him too. I think… Felix is pregnant.”

Spook’s stomach tensed as he watched his brother get extra shifty. “Lesion knows?”

He shook his head, gaze moving over the parking lot. “I’m…” He took a deep breath and released it with a shake of his head.

“Fucked up, I see.”

His stare drilled into his. “And possibly horrified. Petrified.”

“What you worried about?” he wondered, not looking forward to that particular fear.

“What’s not to worry about?” He shook his head and angled a curious look at him. “Be glad you took the bite after the fact.”

Spook regarded him, confused. “After what fact?”

His gaze flew up to his. “Oh fuck,” he barely breathed, looking down. “I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” he demanded, adrenaline trying to bust through his veins right as Maggie stepped up with an armful of things.

“I brought everything but the kitchen sink,” she gasped with a happy laugh.

Spook’s pulse slammed his chest as he looked down and took the bags from her.

“I can carry some,” she fussed.

“I got it,” he said, his voice harder than he meant. He leaned and kissed her cheek. “I got it,” he repeated softer, ready to throw up his fucking guts.

CHAPTER 14

The Great Fall

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