I stuck my tongue out at her and started pacing again.
A bright smile plastered itself across her face. “So what condition are you tackling next?”
I’d filled Danika in on everything—what happened today and my conditions, with the exception of the skinny-dipping, because I wasn’t sure I’d even been serious about that. “If Dez tells Dad about me being with him, there won’t be any conditions.”
“He’s smart enough to keep quiet.” She twirled the edge of a braid. “And Father is going to let you go with him. He’s always wanted you and Dez to mate. I’m so jealous. You’ll be traveling while I’m stuck here, wanting to claw out my eyeballs.”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. Mulling it over, I couldn’t imagine my father being okay with me traveling all the way to DC without a small army.
Danika flopped onto her back, sighing. “You’re going to get to see Zayne. I hate you.”
“You have such a crush on him.”
“I do,” she admitted, unashamed. “I hope he visits again with his father. That would make my year.”
I grinned. “It wouldn’t take much to make your year.”
She snorted. “True.”
Zayne was seventeen, Danika’s age, and extraordinarily handsome, even for a Warden. Danika had made no attempt at hiding her attraction when it came to the blond Warden, following him around like I’d done with Dez for many years, and Zayne had always been kind to Danika. If she had annoyed him, he’d never let it show. His father was the head of the DC clan, and it was rumored that in their household, there was a child that was both Warden and demon. I didn’t believe it. No clan would keep such an... an atrocity among them.
“So, did you kiss him?” Danika asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“What?” My cheeks heated. “No.”
Danika giggled. “Then your condition is not over.”
I opened my mouth and then snapped it shut. Dez hadn’t fulfilled his end of the condition with the driving, but fighting the Terriers hadn’t counted. We hadn’t been hunting for demons when they’d found us.
“You looked like you really enjoyed it when he kissed you last night,” she pointed out. “Brilliant idea, by the way, using your seven days as an opportunity to get out of the house, but you’re not going to tell him no in the end.”
My eyes narrowed on her. “I’m not telling him yes.”
“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re mad. I totally get that, and you have every reason to be, but you haven’t looked at one guy since he left and you’ve definitely been looking at Dez.”
“Who wouldn’t look at Dez?”
She giggled and then her eyes darted to my door at the sound of a throat clearing. Oh, no. I scrunched up my nose, and Danika winced.
Dez, I mouthed.
She slid off the bed, and that was answer enough. As she hurried across the room, I turned. Dez stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Danika gave him a quick wave as she all but bounced out of my room. He nodded and then stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He was in my bedroom. Again. He’d been in here many times in the past, but that was before, and everything was different now.
“So...” He drew the word out, chin tipped down as he stopped by the desk that was covered in books, magazines and maps. “Who wouldn’t look at me?”
My lips pursed. “Is there a reason why you’re here?”
“Yes.”
I waited.
And then I waited some more. “Anytime now.”
Dez’s gaze moved from the top of my head to the tips of my neon-purple toenails. “I like what you’re wearing.”
Frowning, I glanced down at myself. I had on a camisole covered by a cardigan and a pair of god-awful sleep shorts Danika had bought me for my birthday. They were covered with teddy bears. Not the best fashion choice.
“Gets me in the mood for cuddling,” he murmured lazily.
“And that gets me right out of the mood,” I replied tartly.
“You lie.” He flashed a quick grin as he reached out, tugging on the edges of my cardigan. “It’s cute.”
Feeling like I’d lost my ability to communicate, I took a step back. He held on for a second and then let go. I folded my arms around myself, figuring he wasn’t going to leave any time soon, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. I sat in my desk chair. “Are you hunting with the clan tonight?”
He nodded. “I’ll be leaving in about an hour.”
I lowered my gaze. “Are you going into the city?”
“Yes. Are you worried about me?”
“That’s a stupid question. Of course I’m worried.” The cities were especially dangerous. The more populated they were, the more demons targeted them. “Shouldn’t you be resting then? You’ve spent all day with me.”
“I want to spend this time with you before I leave. Is that okay?”
I looked up sharply. “Yes,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly, but I didn’t want to take it back. I took a deep breath. “Stay.”
“Thank you.” He walked to where I sat and then wrapped his fingers around the edges of my seat. A mischievous glint filled his eyes. “Hold on to me.”
Having no idea what he was up to, I gripped his arms. Meeting my eyes, he winked and then started to pull the chair and me across the floor. It was silly, but a grin stretched my lips.
Dez sat on the edge of my bed and then pulled me into the vee of his legs. My knees pressed against the insides of his thighs. “Ah, much better.”
“You know, I could’ve just sat beside you.”
“That wouldn’t have been as fun.” He dropped his hands to his knees.
My gaze fell to where his fingers rested close to my bare legs. “How’s... how’s your leg?”
“Already healed. Told you it was nothing to worry about.” He paused. “I talked to your father.”
I cringed. “Did you tell him I was with you?”
“No. I should have, but I didn’t.” Dez leaned forward slightly. “I did tell him about your conditions.”
My eyes widened. “Even the skinny-dipping?”
Dez laughed loudly. “I kept that little detail to myself, but I told him that this was something we needed to do, that I owed it to you.”
Owed it to me. What could I say to that? I pulled my ponytail over my shoulder, twisting the ends. “What did he say?”
“He wasn’t too thrilled about it and he listed, in detail, all the reasons why traveling to DC wasn’t safe, but in the end he agreed.”
“He did?”
One side of his lips curved up. “Only after promising to rip me limb from limb if anything happens to you.”
I smiled widely.
He frowned. “I hope you’re smiling about him agreeing and not the ripping-me apart.”
“Definitely him agreeing.” I laughed, dropping my hair and punching him in the arm. “And maybe a little bit of him ripping you apart.”
He caught my hand. “That’s not very nice.”
I gave him a cheeky grin. “Sorry?”