"Been up long?" I muse.
"A little while. I was going to go get us some breakfast, but I didn't want you to wake up without me."
My cheeks officially hurt. Apparently, once you have sex, you can't stop smiling like a complete goof.
"I'm glad you stayed."
"Me too," he murmurs softly while kissing my forehead.
"We can go out for breakfast," I say while sitting up.
"Definitely not. I want you to wear that sheet for a little while longer. I'll go grab us something, and when I get back, I'll distract you until Frankie gives you a call."
I smile lightly, and then I feel guilty. I'm in bed with a guy, enjoying myself, and who knows where my mother is.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that," he murmurs with a grimace.
"It's fine."
His fingers slip through my hair as he pulls me to him, and his soft lips comfort me, making me feel safe and wanted.
We're suddenly jarred apart, and I scream as the door to the motel swings open. Kane has somehow already jerked me behind him, ready to keep me safe - ironically enough - but we both exhale in relief when we see it's just Frankie.
"What the hell, Frankie?" I scold.
His lips have etched up in an are-you-kidding-me grin, and I roll my eyes as I pull the sheet to my body.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you had company, and I was just going to give you a little scare. Kane, right?" he asks with a devilish grin.
"Right," Kane says with his own sheepish grin, and then he turns to me. "I'll go get us some breakfast now."
"Thanks," I murmur, my cheeks burning.
Frankie lets out a teasing chuckle as Kane kisses my cheek, and then he climbs up from the bed with nothing but his boxers on before slipping on his jeans and shirt. He gives me a quick wink and then disappears out the door.
"Really?" Frankie says once the door shuts.
I plop down and pull the pillow over my head.
"Skip the embarrassing taunts, and tell me what's going on."
"Yes, ma'am," he snickers out, and I pull my head back out from under the pillow while using my magic to dress me under the sheet.
"So, from what I can tell, Calypso isn't in Canada. Just so you know, it's hard as hell to work with night stalkers, considering they're our worst natural enemy."
"Yeah, I know, but those night stalkers saved our lives. You'd know that if you had been conscious."
"Are you sure it was them?" he asks, his face turning more serious.
"I'm sure it had to be. It's not like there's a long list of blood drinkers coming to our aide. Anyway, what else did you find out about Mom?"
"Nothing much, kiddo. Whatever they're up to, they're covering their trail pretty damn good. Thad says he has some contacts that deal with light and dark. He's going to try and get a hold of them, see if they can help us out."
"Do you think he's really on our side?" I ask while emerging from under the sheet, my body now fully clothed.
"I think he has to be, otherwise Drackus will rip him to pieces."
Ah yes. He's Drackus's errand boy. I almost forgot about that. Just because he's on my dad's payroll doesn't mean he's necessarily on our side.