Nightfall (Devil's Night 4)

“Emmy, I gotta bring him home,” she told me. “Help me. I know you loved him. How can anyone not love him?”

A small laugh escaped through the lump lodged in my throat. True. I was glad to hear I wasn’t the only one susceptible to his power.

Everyone adored that boy.

“That man last night—that temper—that’s not who he is,” she whispered. “You know that.”

Do I? He’d been through the shit. She might’ve spent more time with him in recent years, but she hadn’t know him in high school. That Godzilla conversation yesterday was the first glimpse of the old Will I’d gotten since I got here.

“You know how to fight,” she said, sounding surprised.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about our scuffle in the foyer yesterday or if she saw my match with Taylor the other day.

But I shook my head. “I just know how to get back up.”

“That’s half the battle.”

She studied me as I wiped her face.

“Kai owns a dojo in Meridian City,” she told me. “Did you know that? It’s where our family trains.”

I looked into her eyes, something unsaid passing between us, but I swore it sounded like an offer.

But she was deaf, dumb, and blind if she thought I was welcome there. I had a job to get back to anyway.

Hopefully.

I tossed the cloth down and rubbed my eyes, forgetting where Will set my glasses last night.

“You need another shower,” she told me.

“Speak for yourself.”

Three people in a small bed…we were all sweating last night.

I grabbed a comb on the small table and started working through my tangles.

“Micah and Rory are all right,” I informed her. “Taylor is a concern, but no one goes against Aydin’s orders that we’re not to be touched.”

“We or you?”

I narrowed my eyes on her. “What would Aydin have against you?”

Why would he protect me and not her?

But she just shrugged. “Nothing. He doesn’t even know me.”

“He seemed to know you,” I retorted.

He knew her name. He recognized her.

She didn’t say more, though, and we heard the floorboards creak, both of us spotting Will walking past and halting as soon as he saw us.

His hair was sexy-messy as his jeans hung low on his hips, the top button undone, and he just stood there, his eyes falling down and then back up again, taking us in.

I stood there in my tank and underwear, while Alex was still in his T-shirt and no pants.

“Fuck my life,” he grumbled, shaking his head and continuing down the stairs to his door. “Use the tub if you want. Clothes are in the bureau,” he called out. “I’ll go get some breakfast. Stay here. Both of you.”