Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson #7)(102)

"Oh? Because you didn't die in the crash, when the assassin attacked you, or when you fought the vampire?" His voice had sharpened.

"You've yelled at me enough about that," I warned him. "Your quota is now full. Besides, that's not what makes me lucky."

After we had left the burnt-out winery and the vampires behind us, we went home - to our home. It was battered (the front door was so bad they had to replace the frame and resurface part of the house), but the bad guys were all dead.

I tracked blood, mud, and ash across the white carpet and up the stairs. I used to feel bad when I bled all over that carpet - but tonight I didn't care so much. Besides, Adam, still in wolf form, was even dirtier than I was.

"I'm going to shower," Asil said. "Then I'll sleep in the living room where I can keep an eye on the doors, just in case."

"There's a shower in the bathroom in the basement," I told him. "Get something to eat. There's food in the kitchen."

He smirked. "Yes, Mom."

Honey hopped onto the living-room couch with a sigh. It was white, like the carpet, but it was leather, so we could clean off anything that got on it. Probably.

Adam trailed beside me, up the stairs.

"You should eat, too," I told him.

He gave me a look, and I let it lie. If he really needed food, he'd get some. As soon as we made it into the bedroom, he started to change back to human. He was tired, and there was no urgency, so the change was very slow.

I peeled off everything I was wearing and threw it into the dirty clothes. Then I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It took a long time to get clean. The ash clung with surprising tenacity, and since at least some of that ash had once been a person - a zombie person - I had to get it all off.

When I finally came out, Adam was stretched out on the bed, naked and asleep. He was clean, and his hair was wet, so he'd used the other upstairs shower.

I watched him while I towel dried my hair. Peter joined me. Dead or alive, he was a werewolf, he didn't care that I was naked, so I didn't bother covering up.

"He's a good man," he told me, looking at Adam.

"Yes," I agreed.

Peter tilted his head down to look me in the eye, and he smiled. "You know he doesn't believe that. He thinks he is a monster."

"It's all right," I said. "What he thinks doesn't change the facts."

"I told him where you were," Peter said. "You sent me away. Sent me here. But I found Adam, and I told him where you were and what the vampires had you doing."

"You left before I knew what they were going to ask me to do."

"You're a walker," he said. "And they were facing a necromancer who could bind the dead. Of course they wanted you."

See, even a dead man was smarter than I was.

"Peter," I said, "it's time for you to go. I know how to fix what Frost did to you."

Asil had given me back my necklace in the car.

"Good," Peter said. "But I would like to sleep beside her one more time."

"Yes," I told him. "Okay."

He changed into his wolf one last time and left the room without a backward glance.

I walked over to the bed and slid my sore fingers across the damp skin of Adam's shoulder. What if we had only one more time to sleep together? One last time.

He could have died instead of Peter.

I pulled the covers out from under him, and he was so tired he didn't even move. But when I got in bed beside him, he reached out and tugged me close.

"So," said Adam, holding the back door open for me as the snow smothered the last of the Rabbit's funeral pyre. "Why are you lucky?"

"Because." I leaned into him instead of going inside, pressing him against the doorjamb. His lips tasted like smoke and hot dog, with a touch of chocolate. He tasted warm and alive.

"Just because."