With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(98)

“I just witnessed it,” he retorted. “You experienced it and you can ask me that?”

“But –” she started.

“You’ll not endure that again,” he proclaimed, thinking, as he was king and when he proclaimed something people tended to listen (always), that was the end of it.

This was Sonia so he thought wrong.

“But –” she repeated.

“Little one –” he began.

“Seriously, Callum, it’s not –”

“Sonia,” Callum stated firmly, “we’re not discussing it.”

She glared at him mutinously and she did this for a while.

Then her glare softened and she gazed at him again like she was trying to believe he was real.

Then her eyes changed slowly and, he wasn’t certain because he didn’t f**king well understand it, but it looked in their depths like the light of hope shined.

Finally, she emitted one of her fluttering sighs and relaxed against him.

“All right, wolf,” she whispered quietly, her eyes never leaving his.

At her sweet endearment, he wanted to kiss her.

Hell, he wanted to swipe the remains of breakfast off the table and f**k her until she said it again and again.

As he couldn’t do that for obvious reasons, instead, he told her, “You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, baby doll.”

She pressed her lips together but she still couldn’t hide her smile.

When he looked at the table he noticed immediately that all the wolves were also smiling.

However, both the vampires looked worried and they didn’t hide it.

Callum rose from his seat, lifting Sonia to her feet as he did so.

With his arm around her shoulders he announced, “We’ll be back shortly and resume Christmas.”

Then he and his queen put on their boots and coats and Callum drove his pretty, little wife to the hospital to have her blood drawn.

* * * * *

Sonia in his arms in their bedroom tipped her head back to look up at him.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked.

It was early evening. They’d returned from the hospital. Sonia had helped Regan prepare the enormous Christmas banquet which was all wolf. It consisted of a prime roast of beef cooked rare, sliced potatoes baked in milk, cream, garlic and layered with cheese, thick, meaty gravy, Yorkshire pudding and green beans tossed in butter and bits of crisp bacon. It was finished with Regan’s special trifle which had more custard, more cream, less jam and more cake than any trifle Callum had eaten.

After that, Sonia gave both Gregor and Yuri warm hugs and they left. Then Sonia rounded up Jay, Jed and Jake from down the road. Ryon went to the house across the street where they’d planted Trenten, the warrior who’d looked after Sonia for years. They joined Callum and his brethren who had to alter their play significantly so as not to harm the humans in a game of American football in a local park. While this was happening, Sonia, Regan, Trenten’s mate, Helena, and Jo were part-time cheerleaders but mostly they sat on the sidelines under woolen blankets, sipped hot cocoa from a thermos Regan prepared and chatted.

They’d said good-bye to their neighbors, came home and made sandwiches from the roast beef. Callum gave Sonia her injection and Ryon started to give Callum pointed looks which meant it was time to go.

They had a distance to travel and, at first light, they had war to wage.

Callum had whispered to Sonia he wanted a private word and led her to their room.

“I hate to say it, baby doll, but Christmas is over,” he informed her and the regret could be heard in his voice.

She leaned into him and grinned. “No it isn’t. We have hours left. We can stay awake until past midnight again and watch movies. I have tons of Christmas movies. We can watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Or we can watch A Christmas Story, that’s a funny one. Or we can –”

He cut her off with a squeeze of his arms. “We can’t, honey. The men and I are leaving.”

Her grin died slowly and she blinked in confusion before whispering, “Leaving? But why? It’s Christmas.”

He drew her closer and dipped his face to hers. “We had a great day, little one, but my warriors spent today assembling and preparing for tomorrow’s battle.” She pulled in breath but he kept talking, “I must go meet them.”

“Battle?” she breathed.

“Tomorrow, we quell the rebellion,” Callum told her and she stared at him a second before she closed her eyes tight.

When she opened them again, they were bleak and that look cut him to the bone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Because I didn’t want to spoil your Christmas,” Callum answered.

She watched him again, her face gentling at his words and then took in a shallow breath and let it out on another fluttering sigh.

Then she suggested, “Maybe you should explain what ‘battle’ means.”

“I don’t have time,” he replied and when she opened her mouth he gave her another squeeze and continued, “And you don’t want to know.”

“But I don’t… you can’t… I mean, how can you battle when… I mean, will my people see it?”

He shook his head. “Your people’s government knows it’s coming, when and where. As usual, they’ve prepared.”