Broken (Otherworld 6)

ext question. I struggled to think of one, but under that blankly polite gaze, any spark of interest I could manage sputtered out. It was like being cornered by the most boring person at the party.

"This must be very difficult for you as well," Hull said after a moment. "In your...condition." He sidestepped closer. "I don't mean to be rude but, all things considered, I'm surprised your husband is putting you through this, dragging you here and there, trying to catch these monsters--"

"Her husband doesn't drag her anywhere," Clay drawled, appearing at my shoulder. "She goes where she pleases; he just tries to keep up."

Hull jumped at the sight of Clay. "My apologies. I didn't hear you come in."

"That's because I didn't."

Clay nodded at the lounge chair.

"Oh, oh, yes, of course. I should have known. You're quite...attentive."

"You could say that," I murmured.

Hull searched for something to say, but under Clay's steady stare, he wilted. With a murmured good night, he hurried out the door, closing it behind him.

"Scared off another one," I said. "No wonder I don't have any friends."

"You have me," Clay said, leaning beside me. "What more do you need?"

"You really want me to answer that?"

"And you have Nick."

"Doesn't count."

"Bet he'd be happy to hear that."

"You know what I mean. Pack brothers don't count."

"Okay. You have Paige."

"To your everlasting dismay."

"No, it just confirms that you still haven't forgiven me for that biting thing."

I laughed and leaned into his side.

"Paige is okay," he said. "Same as Jaime, and anyone else you want to befriend except Cassandra."

"Had to slide that one in, huh?" I stretched, and stifled a yawn. "About Hull...was that just a general 'get out of my face, human' warning, or something more specific?"

"Seemed like you were in danger." He met my gaze. "Death by boredom."

I sputtered a laugh. "That's not nice."

He shrugged. "I didn't like him hanging around out here when he thought you were alone, so I wanted to make sure he knew you weren't alone. Maybe I'm paranoid, but I don't trust him."

"You don't trust anyone."

"Sure, I do," he said, sliding his hands around my waist and turning me to face him. "I trust Jeremy."

I swatted him. "Thanks a hell of a lot."

"Oh, I trust you...in ways. I trust you not to run off with some other guy. Trust you not even to think about running off with another guy. Trust you to watch my back in a fight. Trust you to watch my back more than your own, no matter how much I tell you otherwise. Trust you not to smother me in my sleep. But do I trust that you'd never throw me off this balcony, no matter how much I pissed you off? Uh-uh. I'm not stupid."

"More a lack of complacency than a lack of trust, then."