Chapter 13 #2
Chewing his steak, Elijah wondered if that made Raze feel more culpable than the others or less.
The vamp shrugged off his sudden dark mood. “Anyway. There was one later on…not too long ago…”
Elijah set aside the now-empty bowl that once held collard greens and dropped a cleaned rib bone into it.
“Holy shit, Alpha,” Raze muttered, watching him mow through his second platter. “You can put it away.”
“What happened to the one?”
“She deserved someone without fangs.” Raze smiled at the waitress, but his eyes were flat. He slid out of the booth. “There’s my dinner bell. I’ll catch you later. Good luck with the redhead. Looks like she wants a piece of you.”
“Take her, too,” Elijah shot back, unfolding the wet nap next to his plate to clean his hands. “Make it a party.”
Raze laughed and headed out.
Picking up the check sitting on the edge of the table, Elijah noted the total and reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
The sound of Vashti’s irate voice nearly made him smile, but he restrained himself. “Eating.”
“Don’t be coy.” She dropped into the seat Raze had just vacated. “What are you doing here in Louisiana?”
“Working.”
Her amber eyes were hot with fury, her cheeks flushed, and her lips red.
With her long mane of crimson hair and her sleek black bodysuit, she was so damned delicious she made his mouth water.
He wouldn’t change a thing about her, except the pain in her past and her evasive tendencies in the present.
“You’re deliberately trying to piss me off, lycan.”
He pushed to his feet. “Let’s take this next door.”
Tossing cash on the table for the bill, he gestured his bristling vampress toward the exit.
When they stepped outside, she rounded on him. “We had a deal.”
His brow arched. “That’s the way you wanna play this?”
“You know I want that information, and you owe it to me.”
“You’ll get it.” Elijah sidestepped around her and headed to his room.
“I’m talking to you!” she yelled at his back, followed by the rapid click of her heels along the cement walkway.
“No, you’re not. Your gums are flapping, but you’re not actually saying anything.”
“You’re an asshole.”
His temper began to heat. He opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
Her palm slapped against the closing door and pushed it open hard enough to bounce off the wall. “You deliberately switched around the assignments, so it took me all damn day to find you!”
“Really? Since you put me with Raze, I would think a quick phone call to him would’ve cleared things up.”
“I thought about putting you with Raze. I was going to talk to you about it last night, but you wouldn’t let me. You just had to talk first, and then the next thing I knew, I was fucking your brains out.”
“Right. Talk to me, not with me. You’d already made up your mind. I’m not your pet. I’m your partner. I have a say.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to bring it up,” she repeated obstinately.
Elijah reined in his temper with effort. “And this morning? When we were working on the composition of the teams? You could have talked about it then. I asked you.”
She glared, her face a mask of righteous fury. “We already had other plans by then.”
“Did we? We never talked about the first plans. I figured we’d be getting around to that after we got the teams dispatched.”
“Well, you figured wrong.”
“And before?” he countered tightly, having trouble deciding if he should throw her out or throw her on the bed and fuck her. “You want to toss our deal in my face? Let’s talk about it. You agreed to stay with me. Then you made plans that reneged on our agreement.”
“I agreed to stay with you while we investigated lycans who might possibly be involved in Char’s death,” she shot back. “Last night, that wasn’t the immediate item on the agenda. The hunt was, and I made a strategic tactical decision.”
“And how were you planning on feeding?”
Her hands fisted. “You can’t feed anyone now. You’re still recovering.”
“Coward.”
“Fuck you.” She stalked closer.
“Is that why you’re here, Vashti? Wanna get laid? That’s all you want from me, right? And information.”
“Whatever. The reason I’m here is obvious.”
“Not to me. If you wanted to chew me a new one, you could’ve done it on the phone. If you wanted to deal with the business in Huntington, I could’ve met you there tomorrow.”
Her chin lifted, and her arms crossed. “I like to deal with things directly.”
He barked out a dry laugh. “Well, you’ve accomplished that. Now you can go.”
“I’m not done.”
“Oh?” Deliberately baiting her, Elijah pulled out the chair tucked into the desk and sat down. “Then by all means, go ahead.”
She stared at him for a long moment, a muscle ticcing in her jaw. “Why didn’t you just ask me what was going on?”
“Why didn’t I ask you to talk about something you went out of your way not to talk about?”
She threw up her hands. “For god’s sake, the plans changed. It was a moot point.”
“Not to me it wasn’t. You want to put distance between us. This was a way to do it, until I came up with information that was more valuable than restoring your control.”
“You’re making this personal when it’s not.”
“The hell it’s not.” He’d had enough. Irritated with himself as much as with her, he hit her with the truth.
“You risked your life and a Sentinel war to save me. You flew fourteen hundred miles just to bitch at me. We’ve been fucking each other’s brains out—as you so eloquently put it—for the last few days.
Don’t tell me it’s not personal when you decide we’re better off working on opposite sides of the country! ”
Her chest heaved with angry breaths. “There are bigger things going on here than whether you got your feelings hurt over a reasonable decision. It doesn’t make sense to tie us up together. We’re too valuable. We need to spread some of that muscle around.”
“Fine. Done.” He stood. “Get the fuck out of my room.”
“You’re not throwing me out! What about our deal?” Elijah caught her elbow and dragged her to the door.
“I release you from the deal. I’ll get your damned information, and you’ll have it as soon as I do.”
“I want to go with you.”
“Too bad. We’re too valuable to risk as a unit. We need to keep ourselves spread around.”
Yanking her arm free, Vashti spun and shoved at him. She cursed when he didn’t budge an inch. “You’re being an asshole.”
“So you said. Lucky for you, you’re not going to have to be around me anymore.”
Her eyes widened when he opened the door, as if she really couldn’t believe he was throwing her out on her ass. “What the hell do you want from me?”
“Respect. Honesty. Trust. A little consideration for the feelings you just spat on.” With an exaggerated sweep of his arm, he urged her to leave. “Out.”
“Fuckin’ A.” She held her ground stubbornly. “How are we going to work this out if you give up? I’m trying to have a conversation with you, and you don’t want to deal with it.”
“No, I don’t want to deal with bullshit.” He leaned into the edge of the door. “Did you rehearse what you were going to say? Were you thinking about it all day? Trying to come up with ways to justify and spin your way through this discussion so you’re on the high ground and I’m wrong in every way?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Look who’s talking. You’re crazy about me, Vashti.
You don’t know why… It doesn’t make sense…
But you can’t stop thinking about me. Can’t stop wanting me.
Can’t stop wishing you were with me when you’re not.
Right now, as pissed off as you are and as righteous as you’ve convinced yourself you have a right to be, you’re hot and wet and aching for me.
The last thing you want to do is leave, because you’ve been busting your ass all day to get to me. ”
“Oh, my god.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Conceited much?”
“But, of course, you’re not going to admit it.
You’re not going to really clear the air and confess that you were putting me with Raze because I’m getting too close to you, and you think you need space.
You think you want it. That it’ll be safer for you when you have it because then I won’t be able to get to you the way I do. ”