Chapter 6
Eran
Guardians of Glitter Bomb Territory
My phone had vibrated my ass cheek all the way home, but I didn’t dare pull it out of my back pocket while driving.
I was already distracted enough. It was probably Jeran or maybe my carrier.
He’d popped on and off the family link telling me to let him know if we needed anything and I would but at the moment thinking about anyone besides Vatten was annoying.
Was that why Nashen hated me now? Not because of anything I did but simply because I wasn’t Bernard? I could almost wrap my head around it.
I tapped Vatten on the shoulder, motioning for him to come back inside the truck properly before we hit town.
I wasn’t worried about who might gossip about us, but I was worried about the number of things he might get whacked against in town.
It was probably low but everything inside me wanted to protect the omega sitting in my passenger seat from everything and anyone that might have a miniscule chance of harming him.
My pulse practically hummed with the word ‘mine.’
Vatten slid back into his seat and righted his seatbelt. I rested a hand on his knee because tapping his shoulder made me want him that much more. Not just sexually, but in all the ways. I just needed to touch him. He vibrated under my touch and I forced my eyes to stay on the street.
I turned onto the street that housed both my apartment building and Glitter Bomb. It was chaos. How were there so many people and vehicles here when so many were at the farm? I spotted the bear who squashed me this morning and waved him over.
“The place is haunted,” Amorti said.
“Glitter Bomb?” I asked, tightening my grip on Vatten’s knee.
“No, The Cuddle Club,” he said.
“A haunting at a cuddling club?” Vatten asked.
“What happened?” I asked, killing the engine.
“We were all sitting around because we had a lull because of the farm party and the next thing you know the door blows open. It chimed the bell so we all laughed thinking the wind was picking up. They’re calling for storms tonight and over the weekend.
So, it wouldn’t have been surprising but then it beelines for the counter and tosses the computer at me.
Then it decided I wasn’t the target and went after this coyote guy.
Well, I ghost hunt for a living. I did before anyway,” Amorti was obviously shaken up and rambling. “So I grabbed the coyote guy—”
“Dewie,” I said, knowing exactly which cuddler he meant.
“Yeah, I tossed him over my shoulder and tossed my blend – it’s a secret but it gets rid of spirits usually – at it. The fucking thing hissed at me!” Amorti’s accent was growing thicker by the second. “But it left in a plume of black soot!”
“Is anyone hurt?” I reached for the door handle.
“No, thankfully. Jeran is big time pissed about the computer, though. He only bought a new one last week and— Well now, Moonscale Security and everyone else is all over the place in there. Didn’t you get the alerts?”
So that’s why my ass was vibrating.
“Do they need any help?” I asked, pushing open the truck door.
“No, they’re asking people to go home if they can,” Amorti said.
“Do you need a ride?” I asked.
“I’m going to stay in case the ghost comes back. I know Moonscale Security is supposed to keep spirits out, but I’ve never felt such a horrible spirit. It had the sort of energy of something that would eat its own young,” Amorti said.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket as Amorti walked away and called Brent.
“My brother’s mate owns The Cuddle Club,” I said as I waited for him to answer.
“Congratulations. Go home. Take him and go home. We’re overrun in here with security.
Jeran’s okay. No one’s hurt. Well, Dewie has a bruise around his middle from being slammed into a bear’s shoulder but it’s better than being beaten to death with a flying computer that kept coming back at him.
The security tape is fucking wild! Just go home, okay?
We’re okay. We love you, but we’re trying to get everyone to go home and clear out because we don’t know what’s going on. ”
“Love you. Let me know if you guys need anything,” I said.
“That’s my line about meeting your mate. If you can’t get the truck off the street, leave it. Isaiah is going to shut down the street. I’ll use my copy of the key and park it behind the club later when things calm down.”
“Thanks,” I said, stepping out of the truck as he ended the call. I rounded the truck and opened Vatten’s door. It took all my might not to hoist him over my shoulder and carry him home.
“We’ll walk to the apartment, and my brother will move the truck later,” I explained, taking his hand in mine. “It’s just a few minutes walk.”
“I mostly walked here,” he shrugged. “Walking doesn’t bother me.”