“I still like being able to say I’ve been touched by an angel.” He speeds forward and takes me around the waist. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, thank you.” I rest my hands on his firm chest. “It was nice to get out and not obsess. Though we did strategize a bit.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that. And since Julian is gone, want to go upstairs?” He wiggles his eyebrows and presses his hips into mine.
“After I finish lunch.”
“Eat fast,” Lucas says with a wink. He squeezes my butt and then goes into the living room, turning on the TV. I tear apart the burger I got for my familiars and Scarlet and then take my food in and sit next to Lucas on the couch.
I have every intention of having my way with Lucas once I’m done eating, but I’m feeling tired again and rest my head on his shoulder. I’m just about asleep when my phone rings. Groaning, I sit up.
Lucas gets it for me, frowning when he sees who’s calling. I take the phone from him and know why. It’s Easton.
“Send the call to voicemail,” Lucas urges. I give him a look and answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Callie. Remember that hunter who tried you kill you at your sister’s house?”
“Yeah, that’s kind of hard to forget. Though to be honest I haven’t thought about it lately. So maybe it’s not too hard to forget. Why are you asking?”
“He’s back.”Chapter 33“What do you mean?” I ask, leaning forward.
“I haven’t seen him since I questioned him last time, which got us nowhere. He just returned from a hunt with a group of other Order members. They’re all meeting at a hunter club in like an hour. Are, uh, truth spells a real thing?”
“It’s a potion, not a spell.”
“Fuck, really?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “You want to use it on him, don’t you?”
“I do. The guy knows more than he’s saying. How long does it take you to make some?”
“Half an hour, probably. Maybe less if Pandora gets everything started.”
“Your cat can—never mind.”
“She’s not a cat,” I remind him. “And potions are her specialty. I’ll get the potion started.”
“Great. I can pick it up in forty-five minutes. I’ve already left the city.”
“Ohhh,” I say and make a face. “You can’t give it to him. I have to say a spell right before I pour it in whatever I’m hiding the potion in.”
“Come with me, then. Use a glamour so he won’t recognize you.”
“To a club full of hunters?” A grin takes over my face. “Heck yes. I’ll see you soon, then.” I end the call and look up at Lucas, expecting him to tell me this is a terrible idea. But he’s smiling, too.
“I am going to tear the vampire who hired the hunter apart and fuck you in his blood.”
“Too far, Lucas, too far.” I shudder, actually feeling a little sick just by thinking about rolling around naked in vampire goo.
“Fucking you in a bloody bed is a fantasy of mine,” he admits with no shame, and I’m sure he’s done just that before with another vampire who enjoyed it as much as he did. He takes my hands in his and pulls me close. “Be careful.”
“I will be. Hunters can’t sense my magic like you can.”
“I know.” He rests his head against mine. “I wish I could come with you.”
“Someday you will be able to. I will figure out how to make it possible for you to walk in the sun.”
“Don’t worry about that now.” He puts his lips to mine, and I feel all squishy for him. “How can I help you make the potion?”
A smile pulls up my lips. “I love you, Lucas. So much.”I twist open the cap to the ginger ale and take a small sip as I look out at the parking lot. Easton got stuck in traffic on his way out of Chicago, and I’m meeting him halfway to save time since he’d have to backtrack a bit after picking me up.
“Ugh,” I say, shaking my head. The sick feeling is back in my stomach, and it’s most unwelcome. I never once had the stomach flu in my life, though I have drunk until I’ve puked a time or two.
Or three…or more.
I take another drink and lean back, turning up the air conditioning. A few seconds of having cold air blast my face oddly seems to help. My phone dings with a text from Easton, saying he’s in the parking lot. I grab my purse, stick my phone inside, and kill the engine.
A black Ford truck rolls to a stop in front of the Jeep. Easton waves, and I hurry around, getting into the passenger side.
“I was afraid you’d come dressed like that,” he says as soon as I close the door.
I look down at myself. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Black is my color, and I know these jeans fit perfectly. I thought I looked good.”