in his eyes was unmistakable. He picked me up, sudden, unexpected, and effortless. He lifted me so he could look into my face. There are no lips to kiss in beast form, but I'd been dating lycanthropes for a while, and I knew to put my face against his and let him rub his furred cheeks on one side of my face and then the other. I returned the gesture, and put my arms around his shoulders. I realized the towel was no longer covering me. I had a choice of ruining the moment for modesty's sake, or not worrying about the fact that Bernardo was seeing my bare ass. I decided not to worry, and let the joy in Ethan's face be all the covering I needed. In the end, if you can make somebody that happy, what's a little flashing between friends?
Chapter Twenty-Six
WE WRAPPED ETHAN'S new golden self in the last of the bedspreads, and had him fold all that size into the backseat of Bernardo's rental car. While still in the room, Ethan had said, "I could be waiting for you when you get back."
"I'll be gone for hours, maybe until morning," I said.
"I'd wait."
I smiled at him. "If the bad guys weren't killing weretigers, then I'd say yes, but I don't want you here by yourself."
"You don't think I can take care of myself?"
Watching for male ego, I'd said, "You need to eat now that you've changed forms. Though I don't like anyone else knowing you have a gold form, the only safe-ish place I can think to take you is back to the red clan."
"But not forever," he said, and even through the gold and the pointy fangs meant for meat-rending, he was unsure, almost afraid.
"I promise, Ethan, it's not forever, but I gotta go catch bad guys now."
So he'd hidden in the backseat, and I'd called Alex so someone would be there at the entrance to meet him. Alex was actually about to go into a press conference for his day job as a reporter, but he promised that two guards would be there, and they'd take care of Ethan for me. "I'm the prince of the clan, Anita; they'll do what I say."
"Unless your mother the queen disagrees," I said.
He'd laughed. "Well, there is that."
But there were two guards waiting to take Ethan into the underground and help hold all the weapons that didn't fit on his taller man form. They raised eyebrows at glimpses of his fur through the bedspread.
I told them, "No one else knows, and I want to keep it that way."
"We have to tell our queen," one of the guards said.
"And if I tell you not to, what then?"
They looked at each other. "You are a little queen, but you won't kill us for keeping secrets from you; she might."
"If Ethan gets hurt because you let others know he has a third color form, and I think it's your fault, do you really think I won't kill you?"
"So, his safety is our safety?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"I can take care of myself, Anita, you know that," Ethan said.
"Against anyone but the bad guys we're chasing, I'd agree, but you saw him tear up a dozen of you guys in seconds. I want you safe."
He'd wrapped me in the bedspread and the warm muscle and fur of his body. "I've never had a woman care about me like that."
I didn't say that I was more worried about losing one of the few goldens we had who wasn't part of the bloodline the good Harlequin had hidden away, genetic diversity and all that, and that I didn't love him yet. I let him believe what he needed to believe so I could go back Edward up with the other cops. I didn't have time to discuss love and lust and the difference with Ethan. Those conversations were always long ones.
Bernardo drove me through a fast-food drive-up. Not the healthiest, but I needed meat; burgers would do. It would help delay the next need to feed, and I wanted to delay that and still keep my healing ability. I had a faint scar on my right arm, and it was my own damn fault for not taking care of my metaphysical business. It was while we were in line waiting to pick up the order that Bernardo said, "Before we meet up with Edward, I have to tell you something. He made me promise."