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“I know, it’s just…” He sighed. It was clear the weight of the situation was hitting him hard all over again. “It’d be nice not to have to run from vampires too.”
“I know, but, baby, how the hell do we know what they’re plannin’ will work?”
“Because they may not give a fuck about you and me, but they all want to go home. It’s their lives too.”
“Damn it,” I grumbled.He had a point.“I still don’t like it.”
“If it helps, I don’t either. But the alternative isn’t any better.”
I fucking hated that he was right.
I hated the idea of relying on a plan we weren’t privy to.
Mostly, I just fucking hated vampires.
“I miss regular demons,” I told him heatedly. “What the fuck happened to just a good ol’ fashioned hunt? Some research,some bad choices, fuckin’ a hot waitress afterward? When did our lives become prison breaks and runnin’ from vampires?”
“About the day you met me,” he said painfully.Fuck.
“I ain’t meant it like that, baby,” I replied.
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” I took his face in my hands and made him look at me. “It ain’t about you, baby, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere. If you say you want to fight a horde of vampires, then I’m fightin’ a horde of goddamn vampires. There ain’t no question about that. I just miss the normal shit.”
“You don’t regret it?” Ryder asked, his voice quiet and unsure.
“Not a single fuckin’ bit,” I assured him. “But we’re makin’ them take our asses to Hawaii when this is all said and done. I’m crossin’ that state off our map.”
“Okay.” He chuckled.
“I mean it, baby,” I continued. “Sand, beaches, and the big, wide ocean. I’m gettin’ laid and I’m gettin’ lei’d, baby.”
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, and I just smiled wider. If he thought I was kidding, I wasn’t. I loved flowers.And wearing flower necklaces?Hell yeah. That sounded like the vacation we deserved.
CHAPTER 37
The wait was torture. Sam suggested that we rest—all of us—before the vampires came, but no one did. No, we all paced and moved around the hangar door, watching and waiting. Waiting for the inevitable arrival of vampires.
For us to fight.
For us to get our asses kicked.
It was up in the air what the hell was going to happen.
That single fact was terrifying, but the thought of freedom was enticing.Or at least as close to freedom as I could get while my father was alive.
Gray distracted himself by chain-smoking and judging Sam’s hunting gear. When I’d first told him about the costumes, he hadn’t believed me. Not that I blamed him. It sounded crazy when I said it out loud.
But when Andrea and Sam walked right back out in the same gear all over again, he lost it. Full on laughing his ass off, his joy and humor bleeding down to my very core. I soaked it up while I could.Before things got bad all over again.
About the time Gray asked Sam if his suit would protect him from being stabbed and if he’d let Gray do so, Sam stopped entertaining him. It was for the best. Gray would absolutely stab Sam if he could to satiate his curiosity.
After that, Gray latched onto figuring out the relationship dynamic between the four of them. He had a field day realizing Andrea had dated all three of them. When he realized that Andrea, Nash, and Cole were a married thruple, he immediately went in with all the relationship questions—some of which were probably toeing the line of inappropriate. To everyone’s surprise, Andrea entertained all his questions. That conversation led to Gray offering up ideas of how she could piss off their bigoted neighbors.
Nearing midnight, Winston tensed and growled, his hackles raising. The lovable beast of a dog vanished as he stalked the open entryway, tail tucked and fur ruffled.
“Right on time,” Andrea murmured. Glancing at Gray, she asked, “Can you feel them?”
