He opens it to several uniformed unaligned officials, and I get sick at my stomach when I see them through the small gap.
“We’re looking for a gifted hybrid who has gone rogue. We believe her to be a girl, dark hair, and her eyes have been noted to be violet. She was seen at the Blood Fuck strip club last night, and we‘re going door to door.”
Fuck.
“Sorry, but it’s just me and my girlfriend here. We came in late last night after being on the road for several hours. We’re on our way to Casmel to elope. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”
“We need to speak to your girlfriend, Mr… Continenial?” the man says as he tries to step in.
I creep to the bathroom, and I turn on the shower quickly while jumping in. I listen in as Hale hears what I’m doing, and then he answers them as casually as possible.
“You can, but she just got in the shower,” Hale murmurs dismissively.
“That’s fine. We can circle back around. We have some other places to check out. Don’t leave town until we’ve spoken with her.”
“I’ll try not to, but as I said, we’re on our way to elope.”
“We’ll be back before checkout time,” the man gruffly inserts, and then I hear the door closing behind them as Hale sends them away.
“Let’s go,” he whispers to me as I hear him shuffling through his stuff to pack it up.
I jump out of the shower, and I dry off enough to pull the shirt back on. He walks in with a pair of boxers for me to slip into, and I roll them down to force them to fit while tying the shirt up to look a little less obvious.
“This screams walk of shame,” I grumble, and he laughs lightly while shaking his head.
“We’ve got to find some incredibly dark glasses right now. I’m talking full blood strength if you know what I mean, baby,” he sighs, and then he pulls my hand to lead me out of the bathroom.
He throws his bag over his shoulder, and his arm snakes around my waist to guide me so I can lower my eyes once we’re in the hall. I peek up to see a couple making out in the hallway, and I use my gift to pull her glasses from the top of her head as we walk by.
Hale smirks when he sees my newly acquired accessory hiding the purple tale, and then he jerks me against the wall to let his lips fall over mine as the unaligned officers walk by to knock on a door in the hallway.
We’re not far from the other lip locked couple, and I almost forget this is way to keep away the prying eyes as he softly inhales me. My hands tangle in his hair as the kiss deepens, and he pulls my lower half to meet his as he grips my ass through the boxers.
The officers speak to the new couple, and we hear the door shut as they go in. Hale withdraws very reluctantly, and he gives me a wink before pulling me away from the hotspot we’re in.
“We need to get back as soon as possible. Clay has to find a way to hide those eyes.”
“I hope Angelica and Grayson are okay,” I murmur worriedly.
“It’s Grayson. He knows how to fly low. It’s rare a hybrid escapes as a child and lives to be of an age where he can tell about it.”
I nod in acceptance, and then we reach the outside where Hale’s car is parked. He opens the door, and I lunge in before he swishes over to his side. The roaring engine blares out the promise of escape, and I feel the jolt as he slams it into gear to sling up piles of dust.
His hand grips mine once we’ve cleared the hotel, and it’s all I can do not to spill what I’m almost desperate to tell him now. I have to talk to Brazen first though. I can’t do this to him without explaining myself.
