I shut the door quickly, not sure what I’d just witnessed, if anything. I’d never seen an angel who wasn’t one of my brothers in this house—I was pretty sure the rest of the orders were unaware that it even existed.
It didn’t matter, I decided as I made a beeline for the kitchen. I had enough problems of my own—I didn’t need to worry about who the girl was or what she’d been doing in Micah’s study.
The kitchen was exactly as I remembered it—huge, with an island that could rival Hayden’s in the middle. Five chairs lined one side, enough for all the members of the secret order. Not that all of us had ever actually been in this room together at the same time.
I sat down in one of those chairs, twisting my fingers together. I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure what I wanted to say to Micah. I needed him to meet with everyone else on Saturday, but would he agree without more of an explanation?
After several minutes, Micah stepped into the kitchen.
“Danielle.” He nodded. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I sent you a message.”
“I must have missed it. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
My chest squeezed at his words. Micah had a reputation for being demanding and sometimes emotionless, but there was no doubt that he cared about his family. And somehow I’d made my way onto that very short list. “Um.”
“What happened?” he snapped, crossing to me in seconds.
“There’s something I need to tell you, but I have to tell Nate and Sam and Hayden’s family at the same time. Could you come to Boston Saturday evening? I alreadytalked to Sam, and he said we could use his penthouse above Youngblood.”
“You talked to Sam.” It wasn’t really a question, so I kept my mouth shut, waiting for him to continue. “And you can’t tell me this something now?”
I shook my head. “I need everyone there, and Hayden’s family doesn’t know I’m an angel. I can’t exactly bring them here.”
“No, you can’t.” Micah frowned, glancing at the ceiling like he was trying to see through it. “Why, exactly, does everyone need to be there?”
I swallowed hard. “Because it affects everyone. You’re both my family.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “I thought this marriage was temporary. Fake.”
“It’s not so fake anymore,” I admitted.
“You slept with him.”
My eyes snapped to his, my jaw dropping in shock more at the fact that he’d said that out loud than anything else.
“I’m going to take that as a yes. Is he your mate?”
“I don’t know.” I could have tested the theory—if he was my mate, I’d be unable to physically hurt him even if I tried to—but I didn’t want to know. I didn’t care if he was fated for me or not. I loved him either way. Besides, mates weren’t exactly common. They were more like a legend. I only knew they were real because both Nate and Sam had them.
“You don’t know,” Micah repeated slowly.
“I don’t care.”
“Danielle. You can’t just go marrying humans.”
“I’m not marrying humans. I married one specific human.”
He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. “For fuck’s sake. I thought at least you would have some sense of self-preservation and basic logic.”
“It’s already done. I can’t exactly take it back.”
“Believe me, I know.”
“Are you going to come on Saturday or not?”
“Do I have a choice?” he demanded.
