Blood's Fury (Deadly Beauties 1)

"Let's just get the hell out of here."

Chapter Ten

"It's been a week, and this bloody fool won't stop calling me. I've got to get my number changed," Thad exasperates while flopping down to my bed.

Kane's number is still flashing across the vibrating phone he tosses to me, but I push it away. I can't talk to him.

"He'll stop calling. Eventually Amy will need him again, and he'll forget all about me."

Thad rests his head on my lap as I flip through the pages of a magazine, and I look down to arch my eyebrow at him.

"Comfortable?" I ask sardonically.

"I would be if you ate a little more. Damn, your hipbones really jut out."

I laugh lightly, and then I roll my eyes.

"I'm on my back. It happens. Why are you in my room instead of tracking down my mother?"

"Crack the whip some other time. I've got to lie low here. I'm not very well liked in L.A. I'm letting the others run down the leads down there, while I crash here in the condo with you."

I put my magazine down, now that I'm a little intrigued and curious.

"What did you do to become not so well liked?" I muse.

"Long story. I've been around a while."

"Well, I'm about to change clothes, so I need you to not be around for a while," I tease while lifting my hips to knock his head from my lap.

"Why change?" he asks while sitting up and stretching.

"Because I have to go buy some more clothes. I'm sick of wearing the same stuff over and over, and I can't go out in my pajamas."

I motion to the short pajama set I've worn so much that the hems are starting to show their tattered signs of early aging.

"I happen to be fond of that little purple shirt I've seen you in a time or two," he says menacingly while bouncing his eyebrows up and down.

I let out a laugh, and then I start shuffling through my bag.

"Well, that purple shirt is spent. I'm sick of it, and I'll quite possibly trash it after I wear it one last time today."

He smirks, and then he licks his lips before winking at me.

"I should probably stick around. You might need some help."

I let out a laugh, and then I start pushing him out the door. Though he's sexy, he's not Kane. I wish I could stop thinking about him.

Once Thad is out, I stare at my new phone, wondering if I should at least let Kane know I'm okay. If I call him, I could at least listen to his voice… even after we hang up. I hate the fact he keeps leaving me to help Amy, but I miss him so much.

"I'll probably regret this."

I pick up the phone and dial his number quickly before I can talk myself out of it. It rings a few times, and then I sigh when I realize it's about to go to voicemail.

"Hello?" he says unexpectedly, again puzzled by a new number.

I sit there quietly, not sure what to say.

"Hey?" I finally strain out. "I was just calling to see how you're doing."