I kissed her temple and rolled out of bed.
“It’s Mason. I got a meeting in a few. Gonna tell everyone about Dade,” I told her as I yanked on my pants. “I’ll be out in a minute.” My voice carried hoping to catch him before he opened the bedroom door.
Petra stood up and swung her feet to the floor.
“Stay in bed, babe. Get some more sleep,” I told her as I put on my shirt, followed by my cut.
“You don’t need me?” she asked, her head cocked in the cutest way.
“Yeah, Pet, I fuckin’ need you. But I don’t want you to have to deal with this.”
“Am I not allowed?”
Like that would have stopped her. I knew better. But I could tell from the look in her eyes that wasn’t it.
“If you come out, you need to get dressed,” I told her as I reached into my drawer and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and an old flannel shirt that I knew would be too big for her. I tossed them on the end of the bed. Without another word, I headed for the door.
I should have known she wouldn’t listen to me. She was on my damn heels as I walked out the door.
“Woman,” I lightly scolded. “You have nothing on under that shirt.”
“Yes, that is correct,” she said like I’d somehow asked a damn question.
“Let me make something clear to you,” I said as I turned to face her, stopping her from walking out of the room. “You are mine. Which means that body is mine. And I don’t want anyone seein’ you like this. Got me?”
Her lips thinned and though I didn’t have time for this, I should have seen it comin’.
“Got it,” she said with a tiny, evil upturn of her lips.
She slyly slid around me, ignoring every single fucking thing I’d just said.
I let out a frustrated breath and with a shake of my head, followed behind her.
“Petra,” Mason greeted, keeping his eyes on hers because he fuckin’ knew better.
“Mason,” she greeted back with a hard stare. One that I knew wasn’t meant to be disrespectful.
“Most everyone is here,” he said, swinging his gaze to mine. “Fill me in.”
All I’d told him last night was that I was going to get shit handled and that I needed him to let everyone know to be here in the morning. I hadn’t gone into details because I hadn’t talked to Abigail yet. I should have called him back and explained everything, but I didn’t. I was pretty sure he understood.
“Need some shit filled in here, Petra,” I said after I was done.
“I’m not sure I know much more than you. When I called Garen, Midori was breaking down in the bathroom.”
“The bodies?” I asked.
“He said he’d have it taken care of by morning. As you know, I haven’t been in contact to find out if he has done so. But Garen is a man of his word, so I shouldn’t have to check in with him.”
I nodded, figuring that was good enough for now.
“I’ll head down and make some coffee,” Mason said with a chin jerk.
“Find her some damn clothes, please,” I called out as he turned and headed for the door.
“I’m fine the way I am,” Petra stated like she just didn’t fuckin’ get it.
Mason raised a brow at me. With a sigh, I let it go.
