Confusion. “Like tell you . . . about my day?” Had anyone ever asked her to do this? “I broke up with my boyfriend. He’s probably my mate—I’m definitely his.”
“Is breaking up with a mate even possible?”
All things were possible in the Lore! “Yep. He couldn’t keep it in his pants. So anyway, I should—”
“Were you with him long?”
“Two weeks,” she answered. “So this isn’t the best time to dig into the past with your”—she bit out the word—“mom.”
“You can’t go yet. Please stay a little longer.” No, not with the eyes. “Please?”
Damn it! “Fine. I’ll give this another fiver.”
“Thanks, Jo!” His face lit up as if she’d promised the world(s).
“You look like you did when I gave you that Spidey doll. Best theft I ever committed.”
“I still have it. It’s on my bookshelf.”
“No way!” I’m with my little brother. Holy shit, we’re talking.
MizB returned, carrying a tray. “A little refreshment,” she said, setting it on the coffee table. She’d brought three steaming drinks—a cup with a tea bag and two mugs of warmed blood. She even had a bowl of hot-chocolate marshmallows. “Fresh from the blood deliveryman.”
They got delivery?
MizB looked like she was about to hurl; she must’ve heated it on the stove. So not only had the woman accepted Thad’s changes, she was adapting to them.
What wouldn’t MizB do for Thad? We have that in common. Two women who fiercely wanted what was best for him.
She offered Jo a mug with a weak smile. “Marshmallow, Josephine?”
Like luring a feral cat.
Jo exhaled, her anger deflating. As confident as she’d been at eleven, she hadn’t been bulletproof, not enough at least. MizB had gotten Thaddie to safety after Jo had kicked her first ant mound.
All the woman had ever wanted was to be a good mom. She had been.
Jo took the blood, even accepting a marshmallow to be nice. “Smells good,” she lied. Though dying of thirst, she’d been ruined for regular blood.
Still, both MizB and Thad looked overjoyed by her willingness to play ball.
For him, Jo supposed she could retract her claws every now and then.
He raised his mug. “To Jo’s homecoming.”
Better get used to the red stuff. She forced herself to choke it down. Like drinking sludge compared to Rune’s high octane blood.
MizB said, “I guess you two didn’t need to use utensils after all.”
SIXTY-NINE
I really appreciate the effort you made in there,” Thad said when he and Jo settled into chairs beside the pool. “I know it had to be strange.” Roger that. “I’ve done worse.” The three of them had talked about the old library, and some of the wackier things Thad had done as a kid. He’d laughed so hard that Jo had even chuckled. Before she knew it, she’d finished her blood, and dawn had been approaching.
MizB had excused herself to go check on Gram, topping off their mugs again. “Why don’t you go show Jo the pool? Just don’t be too late.”
Jo had stilled. “Late. You kidding me?”
MizB had blinked at her. “No.”
Now Jo asked Thad, “What’s this too late shit? Aren’t you nocturnal?”
“I’ve been going to bed around four in the morning, and Mom and Gram have been getting up later. That way we can sit down for breakfast together.”
“Your grandmother knows too?”
“I don’t think so. She had a stroke, and they say she’s got dementia. I don’t know how much has registered, but I don’t trace around the house or anything. She still cooks for me. Mom does too. Just in case.”
“God, she could cook. Her chicken was like deep-fried crack.”
He nodded emphatically. “Toughest thing for me to give up.”
“So tell me about our mansion-buying uncle.”
“He’s a berserker named Declan Chase. He used to work for the Order, this human operation that studies immortals. He felt guilty ’cause he had me kidnapped and imprisoned on a detention island in the Pacific and all.”
Jo’s mug shattered in her fist, blood sloshing over the outdoor table. “The FUCK did you just say? Tell me how to find him, and I will put him in the goddamn ground.”
“We’re cool now, Jo. He paid for anything he did wrong. Trust me, he paid.”
“Someone did that to you, and you’re good with him?!” She couldn’t believe Thad had been in all this danger, and she hadn’t known, hadn’t been there to watch over him.
“DC ended up helping me escape before the island got bombed.”
So much for his idyllic life. “What the hell happened?” She swiped her bloody hand down her jeans.
“I’d never encountered an immortal before I got imprisoned, definitely didn’t know I was one. I never had any powers, but somehow the Order knew about me.”
The Order’s on my light-them-up list.
“I woke up in a cell, and I saw all these things that couldn’t be right. I lost it, went comatose. I still would be, if not for Regin and Natalya.”
Comatose? “What are they?”
“Regin is DC’s wife now. She’s the one who was kind of egging me on to attack you.”
Jo hated that mouthy bitch—
“She saved my life on the island.”
She’s forgiven. “And Natalya?”
“She’s one of my good friends. A dark fey assassin.”