My stomach rumbled as I thought of devouring a mountain of pancakes and bacon. I rolled over, trying to muffle the sound with the mattress. I was debating whether or not to sneak out of the cabin when one of our cells started vibrating.
Claudia.
I jumped out of bed, tossing things around and trying to find where I’d put my damned phone in my panicked haze. “Damn it.” I muttered to myself.
“It’s mine.” Dastien’s voice was groggy with sleep. “Hello?”
“Welcome home,” Mr. Dawson said.
It wasn’t Claudia. I slumped to the floor for a second before starting to gather up the mess I’d made.
“Thanks. What’s up?” Without our bond, I wouldn’t have even noticed a twinge of annoyance in Dastien’s voice, but it was there.
“Can’t I just call to say hi?”
I wondered if Mr. Dawson knew that he was annoying Dastien.
“Sure.” Dastien paused to answer me through our bond. He totally knows. Other than you, he’s probably the person who knows me best.
Interesting. Sometimes the bond was extra handy. I not only got to know my mate better, but I also got the benefit of his knowledge about other people and things.
“So, what’s going on?”
“We’re having a meeting this afternoon.”
Who was having a meeting?
“Who is?” Dastien said, echoing my thoughts.
“The Cazadores, what’s left of the Seven, and a few others.”
Dastien sat up. “A meeting like that would’ve taken a while to plan.” And really well timed. I wondered if they knew at least part of what Eli had told me yesterday.
“It did. I started organizing this meeting three weeks ago and had it set for next week. But with Muraco’s death, we moved it up. Flights are getting in this morning. Meeting’s at three.”
Dastien glanced at me and I gave him a nod. Yeah. Of course. There was no question that we’d be going.
“We’ll be there.”
“Good. I’m heading to breakfast. Hopefully I’ll see you there.”
“Possibly.”
Possibly? Was he kidding? We’re totally getting food. I’m starving.
I know. I can hear your stomach from here.
“Good,” Mr. Dawson said.
The line went dead and Dastien set down his cell.
“How much do you think they know?” I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t know, but I agree with you. It’s really well timed. They have to know that the Seven is broken, but they might not be aware of what that means.”
“Telling them is going to be fun.” My tone dripped with sarcasm. I’d been in a room with the Alphas once before, and to say that it’d been intense was a gross understatement.
“I’ll be there with you.” He reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Is the pity party over yet?”