by Kim Schubert
Kass crossed her arms, regarding me with brown depths. “How would you know? This is the longest you’ve been back that I can remember.”
“Really, you are really going to start with that?” I asked, instantly annoyed, as I drained my wine glass.
She shrugged before adding. “You are not the only executioner, Olivia.”
“True, but I am the best,” I answered hotly, annoyed as my work ethic was dragged into question yet again.
She said nothing to that, smiling as Blake and Darren approached. I never would have imagined myself double dating before. Kass’s comment stung as I realized Blake might also have a problem with how often I worked away from home, and a longing for being single again instantly flooded me. Life was so much simpler.
Kissing me on the cheek, he whispered, “What’s wrong?”
“Just found Mercer and Grams out together,” I said, shifting my worry.
“Is that a bad thing?” Blake asked, accepting a menu he wouldn’t need from the waiter.
“I don’t know,” I answered with a sigh.
Dinner went well, and, afterwards, Blake and I headed back to his place. His fangs had fully regenerated, thanks to a life-altering dose of my blood.
Lying in bed with him, as he stroked my hip after a passionate lovemaking session, I told him. “I have to leave tomorrow. Something is sucking humans and shifters alike off the radar in Kentucky.”
I lacked the nerve to look him in the eyes.
“When will you be back?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“Promise you will come back to me,” he asked, his hand sliding lower.
“I promise,” I whispered breathily.