Warrior (Relentless #4)(45)

It hit me then that, for the first time since we met, I wasn’t worrying about her safety. I smiled wryly because I knew it wouldn’t last. Best to enjoy it while I could.

My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and I guessed Sara was probably hungry too. There were several restaurant magnets on the refrigerator door, so I assumed she liked them all. Pizza sounded good, so I pulled out my phone to see if they were still delivering.

Just as I was about to dial, another gust of wind hit the building. The lights flickered and went out, plunging the apartment into darkness. I went to the window and peered out, but there wasn’t a light to be seen. It looked like the whole waterfront was black, which meant the rest of the town could be without power as well.

Fetching a pillar candle I’d seen on a shelf in the living room, I lit it and set it on the kitchen counter. Then I checked the contents of the refrigerator to see what I could put together for dinner. Our choices were limited with no power, so it was good that I knew how to make a decent sandwich.

I heard her coming down the stairs as I assembled our meal.

“What are you doing?” she asked from the kitchen doorway.

“Dinner. I would have ordered in, but it looks like power is out all over town. So sandwiches it is. Hope you like roast beef.”

“Um, thanks… I do,” she replied, clearly confused by my actions.

I hid my grin. So this was what it took to put her off her guard. If I’d known it was this easy, I would have fed her weeks ago.

Schooling my expression, I laid the sandwiches on the table where she had already placed a bag of potato chips and two glasses of soda. She sat as I placed the candle between us then took the chair across from her.

It took me a minute to notice how quiet she was, and when I looked up, I caught her watching me shyly, her teeth tugging at her lower lip. Our eyes held each other’s for several seconds before she blushed and looked down at her plate.

I stared at her, a smile slowly curving my mouth. Maybe she wasn’t as unaffected by me as she let on. Pleased by the thought, I turned my attention to my own sandwich.

I let her enjoy her meal for a few minutes before I asked the question she had to be expecting. “You want to tell me where you disappeared to today, and why you came back smelling like you went for a swim in the bay?”

She stopped eating and met my gaze defiantly. “It was personal business I had to take care of…and I did go for a swim in the bay. Satisfied?”

“Not even close.” I hadn’t expected her to confide in me, but I wasn’t giving up. Whatever she was involved in might not be dangerous, but going off alone was. I wished I knew what she thought was so important she had to risk her safety for it.

As much as I wanted answers, the stiffness in her shoulders told me I would not be getting them tonight. Watching the candlelight play across her hair as she pretended to focus on her meal, I came to a decision. We were alone and not arguing for once, and it didn’t look like she was about to kick me out. Why not take this opportunity to get to know her better? I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the evening.

“Aren’t you going to yell at me or something?” she asked as I bit into my sandwich.

I hid my amusement. “Will it make you tell me what you were doing today?”

“No.”

A part of me was happy she refused to answer because it allowed me to say, “Then why don’t we just have a pleasant meal instead?”

She stared at me, but I pretended to ignore her, enjoying myself immensely. I’d thrown her off with my change of tactics, and she was trying to figure out what I was up to. Sara had secrets, but it was obvious she was no game player. I liked that about her. It was a refreshing change from most of the women I’d known over the years.

I thought about one girl in particular with bittersweet fondness. Tristan’s little sister, Elena, had been beautiful and precocious, and a master at feminine games. She’d believed herself in love with me, even though I had only ever treated her as a sister, and she’d been persistent in her efforts to get my attention. Sara didn’t share many traits with Elena, but she had definitely inherited Elena’s tenaciousness.

“You remind me of someone I knew a long time ago,” I said. “She was stubborn to a fault, too.”

Her eyes narrowed. “If you say it was Madeline, I’m going to throw my pickle at you.”

I thought about the girl who had been gone for many years. “Not Madeline, no. Her name was Elena, and she was actually Madeline’s aunt, though she died before Madeline was born.”

Sara’s scowl faltered. “Was she your girlfriend or something?”

I shook my head, still lost in the past. “No, Elena was like a sister to me. She was beautiful, but willful and very spoiled.”

“Are you calling me spoiled?”

Her indignant tone drew a chuckle from me, which only made her scowl. I fought not to laugh again because I suspected she really would throw her food at me.

“Okay, maybe not spoiled, but definitely obstinate.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” she muttered. “What happened to her?”

My humor faded. “She ignored the rules that were there to protect her and went off by herself alone. She was killed by vampires.”

I remembered that dark day as if it was yesterday. Elena’s friend Miriam had come to me in tears to tell me Elena had ridden out alone hours ago and wasn’t back. I alerted Tristan, and we rode out after her with every available warrior. We split into four groups to spread out the search, and it was my group that found Elena – or what the vampires had left of her.