immortal, he would have grown it back. Maybe. G.G. wasn’t sure. Did immortals grow back their bits if someone took them off?
“Uh, yeah. They do,” Mirabeau said, obviously picking up his thoughts. Wincing then, she asked, “So that’s his beef, huh?”
“He attacked her and she defended herself,” G.G. muttered, hoping Ildaria wouldn’t be upset that others were learning about the incident. He hadn’t said anything. The knowledge had been plucked from his head. Still, it was private, and he didn’t want her uncomfortable or embarrassed because of his wandering thoughts.
“Well, I won’t say anything,” Mirabeau assured him.
G.G. grunted a thank-you, and then glanced to H.D. who was unusually quiet. The dog had sat down and was watching Tiny with interest. But he wasn’t barking at Mirabeau or trying to bite her ankles, which was something new. The dog always went after strange women.
“Tiny’s good with dogs,” Mirabeau commented, shifting her gaze to the dog. “They love him.”
As if to prove it, Tiny snapped his thumb and finger and whistled and H.D. stood and moved cautiously forward, head lowering to sniff as he got closer. Much to G.G.’s amazement, his dog walked right up to the big man and even let him pet him, then sat down next to him and turned to look at G.G.
“Traitor,” G.G. said with amusement. “I thought you had to go outside?”
That had H.D. standing up at once and moving around Tiny to the door.
Nodding, G.G. moved around the couple to get to the door and said, “We shouldn’t be long. Do you two want coffee or something when I get back?”
“Nah. We’re good,” Tiny said when Mirabeau shook her head. “Thanks though.”
“Sure,” G.G. murmured and then opened the door to the stairwell and followed H.D. through. His mind was on Ildaria as he followed the fur ball down the stairs. Someone had tried to snatch her last night while he lay sleeping. He’d nearly lost her and hadn’t known a damned thing about it.
That bastard Villaverde wasn’t going to leave her alone. G.G. had no idea how the man had discovered she was in Canada, but it meant she wasn’t safe here anymore. Maybe he should take her to England. Once there, his father would definitely get involved. He hadn’t told his parents yet that he was Ildaria’s life mate. His mother would be ecstatic when she learned, so would his father. But Robert wielded a bit of power. Tiny wasn’t kidding when he said most immortals left him alone because they didn’t want to tangle with his dad. Robert Guiscard was a renowned warrior, and on the European Council. He was also known to be fierce and protective of those he cared for. He’d take Ildaria under his protection. Hell, the man would start a war to keep her safe once he knew she and G.G. were life mates. Robert would be disappointed, though, that he still wasn’t agreeing to the turn. Which was why G.G. hadn’t said anything to his mother when he’d spoken to her a couple days ago. He knew she was hoping he’d meet an immortal and wouldn’t be able to resist turning. But he was resisting, and that would disappoint the hell out of her too. It might even crush her. He understood. She didn’t want to have to watch him die, but he just—
H.D. started barking, and G.G. glanced around sharply, surprised to see that they were outside. H.D. was only barking at a squirrel that had dared to come near his patch of grass, but it made G.G. realize that he really did walk around oblivious. He’d been so lost in thought, he’d followed the dog downstairs and outside without paying any attention to anything around him. He could have passed half a dozen Enforcers in the stairwell and out here without noticing. He needed to start paying attention to his surroundings. Ildaria’s life may depend on it.
Eleven
Ildaria stretched happily and yawned as she woke up, her body arching and twisting under the covers. She’d slept well, and the dreams she’d shared with G.G. had left her feeling lovely, as if all was right with the world. She’d had other dreams afterward, but not shared dreams and not one had included sex. Still, they’d been nice dreams, most of them featuring her abuela telling her she loved and was proud of her. Ildaria had no idea what the psychology behind that was. Perhaps in her subconscious she was forgiving herself for never seeing her abuela again after