Hildreth looked into Elsie’s eyes and lost every word he wanted to say.
She released him. “We should get back to work.”
He nodded again.
She activated the last tracker button and took his hand. “Then, let’s go.”
Hildreth held onto her hand as they walked down the street.
I am a warrior.
I am a hunter.
I kick tailsides and sometimes take names.
He admired her profile.
I am total mush.
This wonderful, fierce woman can turn me into hopeless mush. I wonder if she realizes that she has that kind of power over me.
I would go anywhere for her.
Fight any enemy for her.
Protect her with every bit of my life.
She looked up at him and smiled.
Elsie, I would die for you.
I wonder if you know that.
“Do you have enough stakes left over?” Elsie asked.
“Uhh.” He checked his wrist belts and patted himself down. “Uhh. No.”
She sighed and shook her head. “You never do. Why is that?”
“Lucky for you, the nearest weapon shop is just around the block. Come.”
He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it.
“Lead on, my dear frizzy-headed wench.”
She shook her head. “You’ll never let that one go, will you?”
“Nope. It’s too awesome.”
Elsie laughed. “You idiot. Come on. This way.”
Robin sat in the back seat with Ambrose.
Neither one had wanted to sit next to Raven.
“So.” Robin cleared his throat. “What was this big thing you had to give me?”
Raven kept his attention fixed on the road. “I will give it to you later, sir. Not now. I am driving.”
Robin slumped back and folded his arms across his chest. “Well. That stinks. I was lookin’ forward to it and ev’rythin’.”
“I will give it to you after we acquire tuxedos for you both.”
“Delay. Delay. Delay. Someone’s the freakin’ master of delay.”
Raven stopped at a red light and looked back at Robin. “I beg your pardon, sir?”
Robin took one glance at Raven’s frigid expression and slumped lower. “Nothin’.”
“Can you at least tell me if it has somethin’ to do with Isellta?”
Raven turned forward and drove through the green light. “I will tell you, sir, after you have a proper tuxedo.”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Whate’er.”
Ambrose patted his nearest shoulder, which made Robin feel better.
At least, I ain’t the only one in Raven’s doghouse.
What the heck is it? I wish he’d just plain tell me. But no. He has to be all big bad boss mama bear and punish me because…Oh, heck if I know! What? Because I’m related to Ambrose? That don’t even make sense. We ain’t even related!
Freakin’ idiot Raven!
“Hey.” Ambrose said soothingly. “It’s all right.”
“Yeah. That’s an easy enough thing for you to say.”
“Actually, yes. It is.” He smiled. “But that doesn’t make it a lie.”
Robin peeked up at him.
“You’ll see Isellta again and everything will be fine.”
His voice is so…
“Isellta will fall over himself just to run to you.”
“And he will love you, Robin. Isellta will still love you.”
…comforting. Just like a big, thick blanket. I could wrap myself all up in it and feel safe.
Robin scooted closer to the older vampire and leaned against him.
Ambrose wrapped his arm around Robin. “You’ll be fine.”
I believe him.