Well, that was a bit of a surprise. Finley never thought Emily would suggest she and Sam fight especially after that time she almost killed him.
Sam regarded her thoughtfullyanother aggravation. When did Sam Morgan become someone who was thoughtful? Usually she thought him fairly vacant of thought, the big dunderhead. Although, he had been surprisingly ingenious on occasion. I can do that.
No doubt he could. It was like fighting a mountain, sparring with him. Was it wrong that she was a little excited at the prospect? All that fear for Griffin turned so easily to bloodlust, itching to be indulged. At least she wouldnt be sitting around feeling useless. She had to be calm when she went into the Aether. Her temper wouldnt do her any favors when she needed to keep her wits about her.
Run along, then, Emily told them in her best school matron voice. Jasper, I dont need you right now, but I will when it comes time to engage the stasis field. Wildcat, Id like you to stay and assist me.
Cat looked surprised, but didnt protest. The American girl was with Jasper now, but the two of them sometimes went off and had their own adventures outside of their group. No one begrudged them for it, but it had made it a little harder for her to become part of their little family. Hopefully this would change that. After the events in New York, it was only since Cats arrival that the cowboy seemed like his former self. He was one of them, and if they wanted to keep him, they needed to welcome the girl he cared about, as well. If Emily was opening up to the idea, then Sam would follow shortlyhe was always the last to trust anyone, taking his role of family protector to new levels of over-the-top. Finley liked Catthey trained together on occasion. Direct and honest, Cat was exactly the sort of solid person Jasper needed in his life, and she wouldnt allow him to dwell on the past.
Although, there was something disconcerting about those fangs of hers. Sharp, they were. Then again, Jasper didnt seem to mind, and Finley had caught them kissing once, so it couldnt be an issue. Still, there were reasons they called her Wildcat, and Finley was pretty certain she didnt want to know all of them.
Sam stepped in front of her, blocking out the rest of the room. Lets go.
Finley peered up at him. She barely cleared his shoulder and she was tall for a girl. Itching to go toe-to-toe with me, Goliath?
He smiledactually smiled! Youre not?
He had a point. She needed to do something about this fear simmering low in her gut. She was afraidmore afraid than she had ever been in her entire life. It threatened to take over completely, like when her other self would come out before Griffin taught her how to merge the two sides of herself. He had saved her, given her purpose, and he accepted her for who she was, flaws and all. She had a great number of flaws, but then again, so did he.
He smiledactually smiled! Youre not?
He had a point. She needed to do something about this fear simmering low in her gut. She was afraidmore afraid than she had ever been in her entire life. It threatened to take over completely, like when her other self would come out before Griffin taught her how to merge the two sides of herself. He had saved her, given her purpose, and he accepted her for who she was, flaws and all. She had a great number of flaws, but then again, so did he.
And she wanted more time putting up with them.
As she turned to follow Sam and Jasper to the lift, Finley paused. Her gaze sought out Emily, who opened the door to the locker where the Tesla death suit was kept. She must have felt Finleys attention because she whirled about.
Thank you, she whispered.
Emily must also have a talent for deciphering the movement of lips because she smiled ever so slightly, but not before Finley saw fear in her eyes, as well. This had to work. She couldnt let Griffin die without knowing she loved him.
But she was going to die; Griffins life depended on it.
Mila woke up to the sound of her brain beating out a tenacious rhythm against the inside of her skull. There was a sour taste in her mouth and her tongue felt as though it had been replaced by a dirty wool sock. A few days ago she would have actually felt her tongue to make certain that hadnt happened. Was it odd that she was disappointed she didnt do that now? She knew her tongue was exactly as it was, and that was good, but she missed...she missed the not knowing, and the need to find out.
Regret was a word she was becoming more and more familiar with.
Cautiously, she opened her eyes. Bloody hell! She closed them again. Her brain throbbed. Her stomach rolled. There was that regret again! And Jack was sitting in a chair just a few feet away, watching her like a cat watching a newborn mouse.
So this was what the morning after a night of too much drink felt like.
Summoning all her strength, she cracked one eye open again. It didnt hurt so much this time. She focused on himand there was only one of him, unlike the two shed seen after puking all over his lover. He was dressed entirely in black, as he often was, but his shirt was unbuttoned at the throat and he wasnt wearing a waistcoat or a jacket. His dark hair fell in waves about his shoulders. No blokeFinley had taught her that wordshould have such lovely hair. No bloke should be so lovely to look at either.
She ought to have vomited on him.
She wakes, he commented dryly, long fingers following the scroll carved in the wooden arm of the chair. Hows your head, poppet?
She tried to scowl at him but it was hard to do with only one eye open and her brain trying to come out her ears. I think you know very well how my head is. Shed seen him the morning after indulging a little too much the night before. He looked then like she felt at that moment.
Probably better than I ought was his reply. He even smiled a little. He couldnt be too angry at her, then. Now, lets discuss how youre going to apologize to my friend for ruining her gown, and to me for pulling such a destructive, impulsive, childish stunt.
Or maybe he was.
Mila pushed herself into a sitting position. Her head was starting to hurt lessthe benefit of having a metal skull and a fast metabolism. She also, she realized, had her pride. Or maybe it was stubbornness. She hadnt figured out the difference between the two yet, despite careful reading. She supposed shed understand once shed experienced both enough times to discern between them. Im not apologizing to your doxy, so you can just forget about that. I am sorry about the floor, but if the two of you werent making so much noise I wouldnt have done it.
Jack arched a brow. The expression made him look somewhat sinister. Lucifer before the fall. Such a fascinating story. Where did you learn the word doxy?
She scowled as she took a peppermint from the crystal bowl on her nightstand and popped it in her mouth. I heard one of your friends say it, so I looked it up in the dictionary. Shed started reading the huge books for something to do, in order to learn, but words were easier to learn when a body had examples to which to apply them. And dont talk to me like Im an imbecile or a child. Im neither of those things.
His gaze flickered over her before glancing away. Was he actually flushed? That was an indication of fluster. Jack Dandy was never flustered. No, you certainly are not. He cleared his throat. Im sorry you...overheard. That was wrong of me. You shouldnt be subjected to such things.
It was fortunate she couldnt frown any harder because her eyes would disappear under the onslaught of her lowered forehead. Now youre talking like Im some sort of fine lady. Im not that either.
His head tilted to one side as his gaze came back to her. What are you, then, poppet?
Sometimes she hated that damn pet name. It was better suited to a small child. And she hated that condescending tone, as though he knew her better than she did. She might still be new, but she was the one who spent time in her own head, not him. Im a girl, Jack. I might have started a machine, but Im still a girl, and Ive got a girls mind and a girls heart.... She stopped. What was she saying? Ive got a girls pride and a girls feelings. If I was up here banging the headboard against the wall with some bloke, how would you like it?
Jacks jaw hardened, as did his gaze. Thats never going to happen.
Why not? You have your doxies, why cant I have mine? How had their conversation taken this turn? Mila didnt know and she didnt care. A fight was just what she was spoiling for, and she knew Jack was game to give it to her.
You will never, ever have a man in your room, Mila. I forbid it.
Forbid? Heat rushed to her face. Indignation was stronger than common sense, because the look on his face should have silenced her. She should have at least wondered why he looked as though hed kill anyone who touched her. Youre in my room.
Thats different.
So, its not having a man in my room thats the issue. Its having a man in my bed.
He leaped to his feet and moved toward the door. Were not having this discussion.
Mila followed after him. Why not? Why can you do it and I cant?
Because no one is going to treat you that way.
But you treat girls that way.
That stopped himjust a step or two away from the door. He froze as though shed tossed a bucket of ice water on him. Yes, I have, he murmured. But that doesnt mean its right. And no ones going to do it to you.
Thats a bit of hypocrisy, dont you think? Shed just learned that word yesterday. What a perfect time to use it! And its stupid. If you can have such friends I should be able to, as well. But she didnt want those sort of friends. She wanted...
She wanted Jack.
Mila recoiled as though someone had punched her in the chest. Thats why she was so upset over Jack and his girls. Why she got so angry. She was...what was the word? Jealous. She didnt want Jack to be with other girls because she wanted him for herself, and she didnt want to share him.
I know its hypocritical, he explained, oblivious to her epiphany (another timely word!), but its the way of the world. Girls are expected to behave with more propriety than fellows. Feminine virtue is something to be respected and saved for marriage, which is a load of rot, but it should at least be reserved for someone you love. Someone worthy.
Virtue. She had heard the word before, but wasnt clear on its meaning. You mean virginity? Im not even sure I have one of those.