Claiming Their Mate(10)By: Vella Day
Perhaps he could ask Trax or Dante to install a surveillance system so they’d be forewarned of a breech, should one occur.
“What did Trax say?” He assumed Kurt had checked to make sure Jeffrey was at peace.
“My brother has been taken of, and the general wants to brief us tomorrow.”
He didn’t need to be at that session. Since he’d failed to kill the bastard, the general would want to know why. Trax and Dante had captured Couch, but his men had broken him out of jail. That still stung.
“You go. I need to keep a watch over Chelsea.” He wasn’t convinced that Kurt was in the right frame of mind to focus on her well-being.
He almost saw Kurt’s lips lift, but it was so fast, he figured he imagined it. He wanted to say something to console his best friend about his loss, but words would never be enough. Jeffrey had been his friend, too.
The door to Chelsea’s bedroom opened sooner than he expected. She was dressed in a too-large T-shirt, baggie pajama bottoms, and fuzzy pink slippers. Her cheek had turned a deeper shade of purple, and she had a black eye. All fresh from her shower, she couldn’t have looked more adorable if she tried. Her frown warned him she was still struggling with what happened.
Drake patted the sofa next to him. “Why don’t you sit next to me, darlin’, and we can talk.” And I’ll hold you and comfort you.
She stiffened. “I’m not your darlin’.”
Ouch. He shouldn’t have let that slip out. But she was wrong. She was going to be his darlin’, and she was going to love it, if it was the last thing he did.
The warm shower helped rinse away some of the stench, but the trauma remained. Even after her wounds healed, the scars on her heart would still be there. Sooner or later, Mendez would find her and come after her. The idea of staying with Kurt and Drake held some merit, but if she let Mendez dictate her next move, he’d win. She’d always held her ground. For her own sanity, she wanted to stay here.
Knowing Drake was out there waiting, she hurried. Once she dried, she put on her most comfortable clothes and stepped into the living room. Both Drake and Kurt turned to face her, and she debated turning around and hiding in her bedroom. Her face looked hideous, her arm hurt, and she was still shaken from the attack.
She glanced at Kurt, who kept his gaze focused at the ground. His hands were clenched by his side. She was torn between giving the man a hug and keeping her distance. When her grandfather had passed away, she’d been inconsolable, and it had taken months before she adjusted to life without him.
“Do you have any news on that man?” She couldn’t bring herself to say his name. She desperately needed to know Drake and Kurt’s werewolf clan was doing everything possible to apprehend that skunk.
Kurt shook his head. “We know who he is, and the alerts to apprehend him went out immediately after I left you.”
That helped. She looked back at Drake. “What did you want to talk to me about?” She hoped this wasn’t about getting counseling for her near-rape. She’d been to enough shrinks in her lifetime after her sister died in a car crash to know they didn’t help much. Stupid drunk driver.
Once more, Drake patted the sofa seat next to him. She figured the sooner they said what they’d come for, they’d leave. Only then did she spot the suitcases. “What are those for?”
“Chelsea, please come sit.”
Stubborn man. She joined Drake and waited for Kurt to sit in the chair opposite them, but he remained standing with his body rigid.
Kurt dragged a hand down his mouth and moved toward her. “I need to explain who we’re dealing with.”
“Okay.” They couldn’t scare her more than she already was. “I do get that I was a witness to a murder and that the murderer wants me dead.”
I also know he’s a werewolf, which maybe scares the shit out of me more than the fact that he’s after me.
His chest seemed to cave. “Good. That’s a start. Do you know about the Colters?”
“Only what Liz told me. They’re bad werewolves who can’t be killed by normal means.” Both Drake and the doctor had explained about the poison and the bullet to the heart stuff.
Drake squeezed her leg once and her body took notice.
“That’s right,” Drake said. “I only winged the man when I shot at him, and all he has to do is take the same antidote you did, and he’ll be good to go in a day or two.”
Damn. “So now what?”
Kurt answered. “We wait here, unless you’re willing to come with us.”
“I’m not going to let that jerk ruin my life. I’m staying put.”