"If you're intending to fuck others, it's probably better if I don't. I've staked my claim, Riley, even if you haven't yet agreed, and I will fight for what is mine."
"The fact that you'd even think I'd do something like that shows how little you really know me."
"Riley, you're the one that keeps telling me you're a free agent."
"Yeah, but - "
"No buts. Free agents go where they please, do whom they please. But I will not stand apart and watch it."
"I'm not asking you to. And I wouldn't do that to you. I'm just going to look, nothing more." No need to get all jealous and antsy, I thought silently.
Even if knowing that he was made my hormones get all dizzy and excited. Not that my hormones ever needed much prompting.
"Fine then," he said.
"I'll pick you up at eleven."
"Great."
That didn't sound entirely convincing. But with a silent shrug at the peculiarities of men, I hung up and went home.
But the peaceful slumber I was hoping for didn't materialize. When I got home, Blake was waiting for me.
"What the fuck have you been doing?" he said, voice filled with an anger that would have cowed the sensible.
I dumped my keys and handbag on the sofa then continued on to the kitchen. I had a bad feeling I was going to need a beer. "What I've been doing is none of your goddamn business."
Not the wisest comment in the world, as evidenced by the explosion of anger that suddenly filled the room.
"I am your pack leader," he bellowed. "You will show me some respect."
I grabbed a beer, pulled the tab, and took several gulps. Then I said, flatly and softly, "You and the pack can go to hell as far as I'm concerned. I'm helping because you threatened my mother, not because I want to or need to. And if you don't like it, then fuck off and find someone else to help you."
His fists clenched, and part of me was suddenly glad he was neither real nor here. I remembered the feel of those fists. I might be able to defend myself against them now, but part of me still feared them.
"My granddaughter is dead" His voice was low and venomous. "And you strut around here drinking beer and throwing attitude. She's dead."
Jodie had already told me that, but regret washed through me anyway. Not so much because Adrienne was, beyond a doubt, dead, or because this monster and his kin so grieved for her. The regret was for Jodie, who had so obviously built her world around Adrienne and who now had nothing, "And this is my fault because...?"
"Because you were supposed to find her."
"Even a guardian can't work miracles." I took another sip of beer, then leaned a hip on the doorframe and added, "Besides, you're the one with the psi-skills. Why haven't you done anything to find her?"
"Because Adrienne's mind-blind, and therefore a dead zone for me."
In life and now in death, I thought grimly. But at least it explained why he was harassing me rather than Rhoan. He might not be able to read my thoughts thanks to the strength of my shields, but he could still sense me. "So if Adrienne was mind-blind, did that mean she didn't have the family trait of clairvoyance?" And why would Dia and Jodie say otherwise?
"Oh, she had it. In fact, she was probably stronger than most of us."
"How, if she was mind-blind?"
He shrugged. "I'm no expert. Her talent wasn't strictly clairvoyance though. She wasn't intuitive and didn't dream, but she could touch people and see things. Sometimes past, sometimes future, but always about that person."
"I'm surprised you didn't try to harness a talent like that for the pack's benefit."
It was sarcastically said, but for once, Blake didn't seem to notice, "We tried. She wasn't obliging."
Good for her.