“You missed the finale,” I said.
His eyes were dark and intense but his mouth curved into the hint of a smile. “We haven’t seen the finale yet,” he said. “Hatchet filled me in on yesterday’s ceremony. An inevitable outcome. Ammon was never meant to have the stone.”
When Diesel and I went to bed we’d hidden the silver box that contained the stone, the coin, and the Blue Diamond in the microwave. Wulf went to the microwave and took the silver box. He looked inside, seemed satisfied with what he saw, and snapped the lid closed.
“Thank you for retrieving this for me,” he said.
“Diesel won’t be happy to hear you broke in and took the stone.”
“My cousin understands that a deal was made. And I’m sure he knows I’m here.”
“The stone and the Blue Diamond are said to be cursed.”
“Then they’re in the right hands.” Wulf smiled again. “I have a way with cursed things.”
He stepped in and drew me close against him. His lips brushed mine, the kiss became more intimate, and I felt fire curl through me.
“We have a mission to find the lost stones,” Wulf said. “There are four left. When the last stone is found it will be our time. And I’ll come to finish what I’ve started here.”
He stepped back and poof he was gone. I turned and saw Diesel lounging against a doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, hair still mussed from sleep.
“I don’t think so,”
Diesel said.