“You tried changing me,” she says softly.
Ah hell. She’s remembering everything, apparently.
Blowing out a breath, I rub the back of my neck, looking down instead of into her eyes. I really don’t want to fight or lie, but I don’t know away around one without doing the other.
“Fuck,” I mumble, feeling trapped. “Look, Roslyn, I’m sorry, but I wanted to—”
A hand around the back of my neck pulls me down hard, and she breaks my words off when her lips find mine. It only takes me a second to catch on to what’s going on. Forgetting about all the crazy shit going on around us, I pull her flush against me, kissing her back as her devilish little tongue darts out to meet mine.
A growl rumbles in my throat, and I feel her smiling against my lips.
“All those sounds ma
ke a lot more sense now,” she murmurs as her lips just barely part from mine.
Smirking, I wink at her, but we’re interrupted by the annoying fucking incubus who loves grating my nerves.
“Wolf girl crazy or not? Zee wouldn’t say anything other than she was immortal and that he was calling Reese.”
Roslyn tenses, but I slide my hand down her back as I glare over her head at Dice.
“What?” he asks, shrugging. “Oh, and Zee looks like he took a beating. Did she do it? I’d have loved to have seen that—”
“It was Slade,” I interrupt.
Dice’s eyes widen. “He went against a creature god and lived to tell the tale? Maybe his freak burst is stronger than we thought.”
“He’s not just a creature god,” Roslyn says on a deep sigh. “Let’s get in. I don’t like talking about this out here. And I’m fairly sure that house is soundproof,” she says, motioning toward Gage’s home.
My arm drapes around her shoulders, and I look over at Dice. “Call the guys. Leave the girls and Kane with Alyssa.”
“Sure. As long as you tell me something.”
I lift an eyebrow at him just as we reach the inside of the house.
“What?”
He eyes me, seeming confused. “It’s hot as hell, and our temperatures already run a lot hotter than a mortal’s. Why the fuck are you dressed like an Eskimo?”
Roslyn’s cheeks light up with a soft blush, and I realize she still is a little sweet—a perfect blend of bad and sweet. Maybe I am in love.
***
THAD
Chaz walks in, and I stand to meet him in the center of the room as Roslyn lingers upstairs.
“So your girl has her mojo in full effect now. How’s the memories treating her?”
I glance toward the stairs before facing him again. “Not sure yet. She hasn’t spoken much since we got back. She said she needed a shower. Reese is on his way, but he got held up with pack business or something. How’s Alyssa.”
“Fine for now. I don’t like leaving her, but the house they’re in couldn’t be broken into by anyone at this point. There are numerous protection spells on it. I want to focus on helping track down the big bad, and if your girl can remember something that can help us, then this is where I want to be. Besides, she has Sierra, Deke, Amy, and Amy’s night stalker who are on guard full time until further notice.”
As if she knew we were talking about her, Roslyn appears at my side, and Chaz eyes her pink shirt that says something about loving kittens and white jeans. She doesn’t look so threatening dressed like that. I prefer the hellcat outfit she was wearing when I got her back.
My brow lifts, as if to say the words aloud, and she rolls her eyes. “Trying not to be intimidating right now,” she mumbles.
Chaz laughs lightly while going to sit down beside Ella, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Whoa, what? When the hell did Ella get here?