The guys head toward the door, but I pause, that feeling skittering up my spine again.
“Everything okay?” Neera asks me, her expression serious.
“You’re extremely observant,” I mutter without meaning to.
She shrugs slightly, “I’ve had to be.”
My eyes scan the room, once again coming up with nothing. I move closer to the counter.
“Understood.” Leaning on the counter and smiling, I make sure that only she can see what I’m saying, and add, “Can you let me know if anyone follows me out?”
She nods and smiles, seemingly unconcerned, playing her part perfectly as she replies, “Of course I can.”
“Thanks, Neera. I’ll talk to you later,” I reply.
She nods and goes back to making drinks, her body language completely relaxed.
She’s got one hell of a story. I can just tell. She took my request in her stride, handled it perfectly, and did far better than most people would. It makes me wonder what kind of training she’s had, and she has definitely had some sort of training.
Not to mention her power signature is really fucking high. Although she’s concealed it enough that she would barely register as a supernatural, and I’m not sure whether me knowing how strong she is will freak her out.
Scratch that, I know it will.
Oh, on Sunday I’ll be able to show them my wings. Joey’s going to lose his shit, Navy probably already knows, and Neera will hopefully feel more comfortable around me.
Although I don’t think that she feels particularly uncomfortable.
I think I’m overthinking this.
Walking through the door, I catch up with the guys who have paused outside the door for me.
“Again?” Coen asks as he pulls me under his arm and kisses my temple.
I nod. “Yep.”
“What?” Reed asks.
“Let's get back to the van,” I reply.
Fortunately, Reed gets the hint and doesn’t think I’m just dismissing him. We don’t rush to get back to the van, there’s no need to, and it would beslightly suspicious if anyone is watching us if we suddenly started rushing to get back to the van.
When we do get there, it’s not until we’re on the move that Reed speaks again.
“What’s going on?”
“Probably nothing, but twice I felt like I was being intently watched, and I couldn’t work out who was watching me,” I reply. “The Voices weren’t going crazy, which is normally the sign that I’m in danger.”
“We need to teach you guys the signals that we came up with. Neith could have let you know then,” Coen says with a frown.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Doc says. He looks at me, “Did it feel threatening?”
“Not particularly,” I reply honestly.
“It might have just been someone curious about you?” Griff suggests. “They’re used to seeing us in town, but you’ve only been there once or twice, and you were with us, and they aren’t used to seeing us with anyone.”
I nod, “Yeah. Maybe.”
The sound of a cell phone ringing echoes through the van as we leave the main part of town, and we all look at each other.
