I smile against his kiss, and then my back presses against my door momentarily before it opens. I turn around while still holding onto Brazen’s hand. Nicholas is slumped against a chair, and Angelica is holding the dropped hand of Grayson hanging off the couch. I almost wince when it makes me think back to the first time Hale and I found out who we were to each other.
“Can you please tell me what’s happening to her? We gave him blood, but he’s still asleep,” Nicholas exasperates.
I sigh lightly, and I walk over to my closet to pull out several blankets and pillows.
“In the morning, I’ll tell you everything. Right now, just rest. She just feels connected with him. Think of how you felt about Angela, and then multiply that by ten. It will subside soon, and she’ll be able to think more rationally. Right now she feels protective, worried, and a little scared. Believe me, I know.”
He looks at me curiously, and then graciously accepts the bedding. He only makes one pallet on the floor, and then he motions for me to follow him to the kitchen. Brazen grips my hand as he follows me, and then Nicholas begins whispering.
“I have to go back to my place. I’ll have officers coming in and out all night and all morning to deliver me updates, and I don’t think it wise to bring them up here after what that boy showed he could do. Is my daughter in any danger in any way?”
“She’s the safest person in this room as far as he goes. I can assure you of that,” I say to relieve him of his worry.
He sighs out loudly, and then he walks over to give her a kiss on the head.
“I’m going back home, but you can stay here if you behave,” he almost growls, and Brazen stifles a grin I don’t understand.
Behave?
“You know I will, Daddy. I just want to make sure he’s okay when he wakes up. Araya will be here.”
He purses his lips at me, and then looks to Brazen.
“Did you have parents?”
“Yes I did, Captain Hawkins.”
“Then you understand a little better about what a difficult situation this is for me. I’m sure your parents preached on the subject, and you’re a man. Imagine how this feels for me to leave her behind,” Nicholas grumbles.
Again Brazen has to stifle a grin, and I’m still completely lost.
“I understand. We’ll have the door open, Sir. No one will be doing anything here, including us if that’s a concern of yours as well.”
What?
He can’t promise either of those things. If he wakes up, he could relapse and bite her without permission. Oh please don’t fucking do that.
Most blood fucks don’t end in one fuck either. He has to know that. Maybe it’s different with full bloods, but I don’t think I can stop at one.
“Thank you,” Nicholas breathes out in relief, and then he pats my arm on his way out.
“You can’t say stuff like that,” I scold.
“He’s a father leaving his daughter here alone with a guy she can’t stay away from. I can give him peace of mind.”
“I’m not sure I understand,” I mumble.
“I know you don’t,” he coos while pulling me in for a sweet kiss. “That’s why he spoke to me. No father likes to think his daughter is growing up.”
“Well it happens. Hybrids grow up just like full bloods. I’m not sure I see what the big deal is.”
He laughs lightly even though there’s a bit of sadness in his eyes. It’s as if he’s pitying me for reasons I can’t understand. The pallet Nicholas made is far away from the couch, and Angelica slides it over so that its directly beside Grayson.
“We’ll move that back over in the morning,” Brazen says in a whisper.
“Why?” I ask bemused, and he laughs again.
“You’re getting on my nerves,” I grouse, and he pulls me to his body.
