Why are you here? It can’t be for this—this walk down memory lane. You came to talk about something else.
Since it was only a matter of time before our little showdown along the interstate would be seen by some unsuspecting person with terrible luck, we had to get off the road and someplace safe where we could question Kyle and find out how they knew we’d been heading to San Diego.Who was left of our group piled into the SUV, including a tied up and gagged Kyle. We made it to some creepy-ass roadside motel where I normally wouldn’t even think twice about staying, but they had vacancies and looked like the type of place that was used to hearing screams in the middle of the night.
We paid cash for three rooms and stuck Kyle in the middle one, gagged and bound to one of those uncomfortable desk chairs. It was just Ren and I in the room with him. We figured having any of the fae there wouldn’t entice him to play nice.Besides, Kalen was out there somewhere dumping our damaged vehicles and getting us new rides, and Faye was resting so her arm would heal. I guessed Kalen was going to glamour someone into handing over their keys, and I really didn’t have the brain space to decide if that was right or wrong.Ren stood directly in front of him, arms folded over his chest. I’m about to remove that gag and I’m hoping you’re smart enough to not make a lot of noise.
Kyle glared up at Ren, and I had no idea if he was going to be smart enough or not.We want to talk to you and we need you to listen, Ren said, stepping closer. We’re on the same side.
A moment passed and then Kyle nodded. Ren removed the gag, and the first thing out of the older man’s mouth was, We aren’t on the same side, boy. We stopped being on the same side the moment you realized what she was and you didn’t put her down.
I arched a brow. This is going to be a lovely conversation.But right now? Seeing them didn’t register. There was only one person I saw.
The air in my throat hitched as Seth turned to face where I was, and nothing, absolutely nothing mattered other than him.He was dressed in a tux, and I’d never seen him like that. I hadn’t even expected him to be wearing that, figuring he’d settle for something looser, but he looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ. The cut of the suit fit his broad shoulders down to his tapered waist. His golden hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and even from where I stood, I could see the heat and love in his amber eyes.
I don’t remember walking down the white runner. I was just suddenly standing in front of him, looking up into his eyes, my hands trembling as he took them in his, and I swore his eyes were brighter than ever.Psychí mou, he murmured. You steal my breath.