"It is... to the humans. Coldwell is her maiden name. Dubai is her latest husband's name. She's had several surnames. Do you know her, Dray?" I ask, taking a step toward the unknown creature.
A small smile plays on his lips, suddenly realizing he can't play dumb with me.
"I've heard her name mentioned a time or two."
"A time or two?" Kane barks. "She's the most powerful of the light, and now I've... Fuck! I just want to stay off their fucking radars." Then he turns to me, venom staining his false green eyes. "Why did you have to come into my life? Everything was perfect before you!"
A tear threatens to fall, but I hold it back. I shake my head as Thad's hand rests on my shoulder.
"I want to talk to you," I say, my eyes moving to Dray.
He glances at Kane who suddenly seems confused, but I don't give a rat's ass. I can't stand here and let him berate me any longer. It hurts too much, and the ache I have for him leaves me hating myself more than he already hates me.
"I thought you might," Dray says, motioning to the front door. "Should we take a walk?"
"Yes. Please."
I take his hand, and Thad starts to follow us out. Dray raises his hand, signaling for him to fall back.
"This conversation is only intended for the two of us, changer."
Thad growls, a deep, deadly rumble coming from his throat.
"It's fine, Thad. Just find out what you can about Castine. Start with what passages Kane didn't want us to see when he deleted the pictures from Zee's phone," I murmur softly, sounding in control as my eyes find the green eyes of my night stalker heartbreaker.
"You're not going anywhere with Dray," Kane says in a low, threatening whisper, and then he turns to the mystery man. "What do you think you're doing?"
Dray shrugs, his smile of amusement still intact.
"Having a conversation with the little witch you seem to be overly protective of. You should know I'd never touch her simply because of your feelings toward her. This will be short."
Overly protective, my ass. If anything, Kane would be relieved to have my blood shed everywhere.
"Why do you want to talk to Dray?" Kane pipes in, blocking the doorway in a blur.
"It's personal."
"Do you know what he is?" he asks, his jaw clenching.
"Ouch. That's offensive," Dray jokes, not fearing Kane in the least.
I look at the deep brown eyes that give nothing away, and then I turn back to Kane.
"Something tells me I have nothing to fear. I'm pretty sure he knows exactly who I am."
A smile quirks up on Dray's lips, nodding directly after. "Clever girl. He doesn't give you enough credit."
"He never has," I mutter dryly.
Kane glares at us, not enjoying the feeling of being out of the loop.
"Dray, I assume you'll fill me in since she obviously doesn't intend to."
Dray laughs, though Kane doesn't understand why. No one is allowed to share my link to Drackus. Only his most trusted inner circle and my mother's inner circle know of my ties to him. All in all, less than fifteen people in a world full of immortals know I'm still alive.
No one is stupid enough to talk and expose me, especially since my father loves demonstrating why they should fear him.
"Sorry, Kane. You'll more than likely figure it out in your own time. Until then, just know it doesn't directly affect you. I've seen to that."