Sin & Salvation (Demigod of San Francisco #3)(54)

“Mordecai, it’s only been fifteen minutes. Jack’s probably busy chasing down that shifter I scared off.”

“Zorn went after him, remember?”

“Then Jack’s probably busy helping Zorn deal with him. They’d tell us if something was up.”

He bent to his phone again, and I tried to ignore the tightness in my gut, praying that I was right.

I grabbed a few candle options, and frowned when I couldn’t find any others to add to the cart. “I remember their selection being bigger.”

Mordecai glanced up before lowering his phone and looking toward the entrance. I just barely stopped myself from asking if he saw anything. Tight bands of warning wrapped around my chest before something akin to panic quickened my heart.

This wasn’t my panic. It was Kieran’s. What was he reacting to?

“Looks the same to me,” Mordecai said, thankfully not able to see the anxiety collecting in my body. “Usually you stand in this section and drool. Shouldn’t you know what you want by now?”

“I don’t love that attitude,” I said with a warning in my voice. “It’s just…all my past favorites would easily work for our old house, but they’d look seriously cheap in our new house.”

“Now we’re in a rich man’s house with a rich man’s things—you need to shop at a better store.”

I blew out a breath in frustration before moving along, knowing he was exactly right.

“Look, Mordecai, a lemon zester! I was hoping to find one of these. We can finally be one of those families that zests lemons.”

“We are one of those families. Donovan brought one over to the old house. He’s already used lemon zest in a few dishes.”

I stopped with my mouth hanging open. “Why did no one tell me?”

“What’s there to tell?” he said distractedly, meeting my gaze. “It’s just lemon zest. I couldn’t even taste it.”

I gestured at the object in question, trying to maintain focus. Trying to remember that Jack and Zorn were in charge and they’d communicate if there was anything to communicate about.

So why did it feel like I was in a waiting room, expecting bad news?

“It’s something extra that I could never justify buying in the past,” I answered. “Like these napkin holders. Like most of this stuff. And come to find out we already had it? That’s a big deal!”

Mordecai frowned in confusion right before his phone vibrated, taking away his focus.

My phone rang a moment later.

“Jack wants you to answer your phone,” Mordecai said.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said, digging through my bag.

Bria’s name showed up on the screen. I swiped and put the phone to my ear.

“Tell me we’re in the clear,” I said immediately.

“We’re in the clear,” she replied.

I froze for a second, hardly believing what she’d said. A relieved and slightly embarrassed laugh fought through my anxiety. I’d allowed Mordecai’s paranoia to get me worked up.

“Good,” I said with a sigh.

“Just kidding. Shit’s gotten real. We got a pack of wolves organizing. Where are you in the store, exactly?”

“Wait, what? But you said—”

“I lied to keep things light. Funny, right? Where are you in the store?”

Fear coursed through me, and it wasn’t mine.

Not many things made Kieran afraid.

I grabbed Mordecai’s wrist and yanked, leaving the cart behind. “I’m working my way to the back. We haven’t seen anyone come through the front entrance. I’ll have Mordecai sniff for anyone already in here with us. What’s going on out there?”

“Good call. That’s what I was going to tell you to do. Look at you, reading a situation and reacting appropriately. I’m attributing this to my outstanding merit as a trainer—”

“Bria, what is going on out there?”

“Oh right. Well, a big team of rough-looking shifters showed up, and they are amassing near the entrances. Will Green is on site.”

“Will is…the alpha of Mordecai’s old pack, right?” I’d appealed to Will’s office years ago when I’d tried to get help paying for Mordecai’s shifter serum. Will hadn’t spoken to me directly, instead letting his secretary give me the bad news.

“Yeah. He’s a nasty sonuvabitch. I can tell from here. And he clearly doesn’t give a shit that it’s illegal to challenge someone under eighteen years of age. This crew isn’t looking to chat. They’re here for business.”

They were here for Mordecai, something I didn’t dare say to the terrified teenager standing wide-eyed beside me.

My heart sped up. I’d easily taken out one wolf. I’d taken down a Berserker. But I’d only fought more than one person at a time in practice sessions.

“It’s okay,” I said, mostly to myself. “We can handle this.”

“I love your enthusiasm,” Bria said in approval. “The guys think Valens tipped them off, and if that’s true, Valens has basically given Green his consent to kill a minor. I’m not going to blow sunshine up your ass—it’s looking pretty grim. Jack is useless to us without water, I don’t have the army of cadavers I would need to bail you out, and Zorn can only handle so many. Even with your help, we don’t have the numbers. Zorn has called in the rest of the Six, and Kieran is on his way, but we’re way the hell out here. It’s a time versus numbers game. So just hang tight, and we’ll see how it goes.”