“No one is asking you to save it,” she snaps, stepping back into him.
I can’t tell if they hate each other or not. Apparently I’m not the only one who is confused.
“Fine. Her nature will eventually call to her, and you’ll remember this moment. The wolf and the anointed… There aren’t words to describe idiots like you.”
He vanishes into thin air, and Ella’s entire body starts to quake. Chaz immediately goes to grab her, but she bats his hands away.
“Did I sound scary enough?” she asks, looking over at Zee hopefully.
How she went from badass to suddenly shaking is beyond me.
/> Zee’s lips twitch, and I feel out of the loop. “Completely scary. Hell, even I believed you’d go after his people. Thanks.”
She nods, and her soft eyes meet mine. They’re no longer the harsh, terrifying silver. They look green, even though it’s hard to see with just the porch light.
“Slade doesn’t care about his people,” I mumble, and all eyes turn to me.
Feeling insecure, I tug the sheet up a little better, making sure all the important things are definitely covered.
I really have to learn to shut my mouth.
“Well, looks like we finally have some piece of the puzzle. Leah has been inside Slade’s lair. Time to find out if he’s the enemy or not,” Chaz drawls.
Three days ago he threatened me just as Slade had. I really don’t know who is good and who is bad.
When Zee’s hand slides to the small of my back, a shiver spreads down me. I might not know who or what he is, but I stupidly feel safe.
It reminds of blonde cat girl who felt safe with Slade, even though he made it known she really wasn’t.
Life is crazy.
Chapter 11
ZEE
Dice is already hashtagging everything as I stand up with Leah cradled to my chest.
“Hashtag, she’s out cold.”
“Not everything works with a hashtag,” Kimber groans.
“Hashtag, everything is better with a hashtag.”
The sun is peeking out, and Leah has told us everything she’s learned over the past two days. Everything except any information on Kya. She refuses to divulge anything, because she says she doesn’t know what Kya wants told.
Apparently she’s made friends with the cold bitch.
Unbelievable.
After putting her into bed, I contemplate getting in beside her. I’ve practically claimed her, but I can’t actually have her. If I did, I’d eventually sire her, and Slade is right about all of us eventually wanting to sever the bonds so we can kill our sires.
Fucking eh. I need a drink.
For once though, I’m not hungry. At all. Not even a little bit.
Her blood is even better than Chaz’s.
When I shut the door behind me, everyone looks up like they’ve been waiting on me to return.