Warrior Fae Trapped (Warrior Fae #1)(77)

“What a mess,” Rod muttered from the driver’s seat. “What is it about you, Charity? Do they know you’re a good cook?”

“That’s it, yes,” Charity replied. “They realized I make a mean lasagna.”

“You do? When do we get to sample that?” Rod stepped on the gas, cutting off another car.

“I forgot all the food is at my house,” Devon said miserably, and she belatedly noticed he was clutching a gun.

“So, how did class go, everyone? Learn anything useful?” Andy asked pleasantly, leaning his arm against her seat. It was like the intense scene outside had never happened.

Charity couldn’t help but laugh. She loved the craziness of Devon’s pack.

Dillon shook his head. “Rod, you got enough beds at your house for everyone? We should stick together until Roger tells us what’s next. If I were that elder, I’d pick us off if I could.”

“I got a couple air mattresses, but we probably have to double a couple of people up,” Rod replied.

“I call Macy,” Andy yelled quickly.

Dillon reached over the seat and flicked him in the head.

“He did call me,” Macy said. Charity could hear the strains of humor in her voice. This crew would joke through anything. It was strangely reassuring.

They arrived at a modest three-bedroom house that looked almost exactly the same as the modest three-bedroom houses to either side of it. Also to those across the street.

“Not a lot of originality in this part of the world, huh?” Charity mumbled to Dillon. He snorted.

“I hear better than humans, Charity,” Rod said darkly.

Rod pulled into the garage and looked back at Devon. The lights from the dash were reflected in his somber eyes. “If they pool all those vamps together, they might be able to break through this ward.”

“They won’t chance it in the middle of suburbia. That’s why we’re here.” Devon stepped out and helped Charity after him. “If they were going to make a scene, they would’ve done it already.”

“What were they after, then? Showmanship?” Rod jabbed a button on his visor. The garage door roared to life.

Charity shook her head into the silence that followed that question. She had no idea. The feelings she sometimes got about approaching danger were absent. Which made it that much more terrifying. She had no idea what would come next.



It turned out Rod had a ton of somewhat fresh food in his kitchen—a dream of Charity’s before Devon had bought all that food. Unfortunately, Rod didn’t have enough of any one thing for their whole group. Charity settled for a tapas kind of dinner. Andy called it a buffet, which was also true. By the time they ate and cleaned up, it was nearing eleven o’clock.

“All right,” Rod said, dropping a pile of blankets on the couch as they all gathered in the living room. “I got a king-sized bed in my room. One bedroom has a queen, the office has room on the floor for an air mattress. One full-sized couch—”

“Does it pull out?” Andy asked, eyeing the piece of furniture as though it might have hidden delights.

“It’s leather…”

“Yes, Captain Obvious. It sure is. And your head? Is that made of cotton candy and gumballs? Roger bought your way into school. Didn’t he—”

“Leather doesn’t pull out, you jackass!” Rod punched Andy in the chest.

“I feel like this is a prime time for a dirty joke,” Macy intoned.

“You guys,” Devon said.

“Anyway, so if we double up, that’s six for the beds and one for the couch.” Rod glared at Andy.

Andy put up his hands in surrender. “I’m not going to comment on your ability to do simple math. Whoever said you were dense surely didn’t know you very well.”

Rod puffed up like he was about to lunge.

“Macy and I will take the air mattress. We don’t hang on pretension.” Dillon grabbed Macy’s hand and looked anywhere but at Yasmine.

Macy smiled and stepped closer.

“Charity and I will take the queen,” Devon said.

Yasmine’s mouth dropped open. She hadn’t seen that coming. Neither had Charity.

Into the shocked silence, Andy said, “So, Rod, you and me? I sleep naked and I like to spoon—is that okay?”

Yasmine pouted beautifully as Rod’s face turned an angry shade of red.

Andy laughed merrily. “Just kidding, Yasmine. You can have him. I like my men small and mousy.”

After a smirk at Andy, Devon took off toward the spare bedroom. Charity stared after him in trepidation before glancing at Andy with wide eyes.

Andy laughed again. “I think I got lucky with the couch, bro. Kind of ball shriveling when you make a woman look like she just swallowed a slug.”

“I hope you’re talking about Rod,” Devon yelled from down the hallway.

“I was talking about Dillon,” Andy yelled back.

Charity stared after Devon for a moment, not sure what to do. Although they’d slept in the same bed before, this was a public display. It whispered of a kind of closeness Devon wasn’t exactly known for, and screamed of a different kind of closeness he was entirely too known for.

But what choice did she have?

Not to mention that a part of her was glad he picked her. That he’d continue to extend the comfort he’d given her the last couple nights. That he’d opted to keep her wrapped up in his safety like a blanket.