He frowned. “Did you use a location with me?”
“I was in your dream, remember? So, yes.”
His brows dropped even lower. “But you’d never been there.”
“I saw it pretty clearly.” I struggled to get a grip on my temper. “Is Cara in on this idea? Or are you flying solo?”
“I don’t know.” His gaze skittered away from mine. “She’s in a meeting about the children right now. But if they can’t figure out where Isobel is, those kids are doomed—I know what that bitch is capable of.”
So. He was the one asking me, not her. Did he know how risky an ask this was? I’d just basically told him, and he wasn’t backing off.
I guess that told me where I stood in his worldview.
His mouth pulled straight, and he looked down at the necklet. “If there is even a chance—I can get you a photograph of my cousins, too.” His eyes locked on mine. “I’m not asking you to take the risk alone. Us going after them may be their only chance.”
My pulse raced. I didn’t know if what he was asking was possible. But it pissed me off that he’d push for it. “I don’t need a photograph. I met them when I asked your mother for that ring. Back when I cared enough to come after you.”
We crossed glares like some would swords.
“Lucky for you, I want those kids back too,” I said. “But if this ends up being the only way—my helping you changes nothing between us.”
His eyes flared white. “I am in full agreement. If we do this, then we go our separate ways afterward.”
I stalked past him. “I need to recharge, or there’s no hope of me doing this.”
I didn’t look back as I walked away.
And he didn’t try to stop me.
* * *
When I opened the door to our room, Vali and Kiko were sitting on the Satyr’s bed. Kiko had her arm around the Dragona’s shoulders, and their heads were close together.
They both visibly startled when I came in. While Vali rubbed at her eyes, Kiko rose and came toward me, her expression reflecting her concern. “Are you okay?”
I guessed I looked a little frazzled. I threw down my bra and plunked onto my bed. Kiko’s eyes riveted first on the bra, and then on me. “Things went well? Or—not?”
I dropped my face into my hands. “How can I have two men in my life, and both be such assholes?”
She transferred to my bed, and went to wrap her arm around me, but then Fang came out from beneath my hair. The Satyr moved over a bit, before saying, “Havoc seems to have a reliable effect on women.”
“It’s not just him. I bumped into Marcus just now. He hasn’t forgiven me for Havoc. Refuses to see that we could all be together.”
“Yep,” Kiko agreed. “That puts him into the asshole category, for sure.”
Vali’s red-rimmed eyes regarded me steadily. “They don’t know what they’re doing. What lies between you is fated—and Havoc has already bitten you.” She shook her head.
“Marcus can’t even come near me without morphing into a monster,” I growled. “And he refuses to consider Havoc as anything other than a rival. Maybe he doesn’t want me at all.”
“Nope,” Kiko assessed. “This is definitely chest-pounding male crap going on.”
“Well, Havoc doesn’t want me,” I pointed out. “He made that clear.”
Kiko’s eyes drifted to the bra. “Um…”
“Afterwe fucked.”
Her eyes darkened. “Okay, that puts him into the extreme-bastard category.”
