“Because you wouldn’t be here if I was still pulling your pigtails?”
“I would not.” I smiled with teeth. “But you can try it if you’d like.”
“Oh, there are things I’d like to try.”
“And that’s a little strange, too.”
“Being flirted with?”
“Being flirted with by you. You usually had an entourage of ladies hoping to bag the next Apex.”
“And you dated vampires.”
I pointed at myself. “Vampire, so.”
“And yet,” he said, gesturing to the room, “here we are.”
Silence fell, and because we were still getting used to each other, it was about halfway between comfortable and awkward, and on the verge of both.
“This is going to be complicated,” I said.
“No,” Connor said, stepping forward. “I don’t think it’s going to be complicated at all.” He put a hand at my waist, pressed our bodies together.
Here we were. On the cusp of something, even without considering whatever the hell was happening at this compound. But when he kissed me, the rest hardly seemed to matter.
Ten minutes later, I fell asleep to the howling of wolves. This time, it seemed they howled not in fear or alarm but in solidarity. Because dawn was coming, the night was nearly done, and it was time for rest again.
SIX
I blinked awake in darkness at dusk, howls issuing across the resort again.
Shifters, I realized, were the roosters of the supernatural world. And I thought it best not to mention that observation to Connor.
I sent Theo a message, gave him a brief update with a promise to call if we learned anything else. And when my stomach growled, I looked at the closed bedroom door and thought longingly of the kitchen that lay beyond it.
I’d managed not to steer Connor into a relationship talk, into defining what we were doing. And I wasn’t so comfortable with him that I’d shuffle out of the bedroom in a T-shirt, hair a bird’s nest. I got up, moved around quietly to shower and condition a few hundred miles of wind out of my hair, dress in jeans and a fluid green V-neck T-shirt.
I found him still asleep on the couch. He was shirtless, one arm thrown behind his head, the other across his abdomen, and a striped camp blanket ruched at his hips. He was much too tall for the battered leather couch, so his bare feet were propped on the opposite armrest.
There was something disarming about seeing him—tall and muscular—squeezed onto the sofa, the sensation amplified by his bare chest and the dark lock that curled almost innocently over his forehead. He was a powerful shifter, a powerful alpha. But hewas also a man who’d slept in discomfort, so I’d have a bedroom to myself.
He was honorable. Or at least hadbecomehonorable after his puckish teenage years. Either way, that was where he’d ended up. And we’d ended up here together, in a North Woods cabin surrounded by shifters and the beast that seemed to be haunting them.
I tiptoed into the kitchen, found a coffeemaker ready to brew, and turned it on. I sampled green grapes from a pile in a bowl of fruit, then opened the refrigerator and stared. He’d fetched the beers last night, so this was my first view of the fridge’s contents—and the dozens of bottles of blood inside.
“You think that’s enough?”
I glanced back, found Connor sitting up, running a hand through his hair and looking a little concerned that it might not actually be enough.
I arched an eyebrow. “How much blood do you think a vampire drinks?”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“A couple of bottles a night,” I said, “depending on whether I’m injured or training heavily.” I did a quick guesstimate. “There have to be at least a hundred in here.”
“I figured it was better to err on the side of caution.”
I raised my brows. “To avoid my snacking on shifters?”