“Where’s my room?” she demanded. “I’l give you some privacy.”
“You’re standing in it.”
Her gaze lifted from his c**k to his eyes. “What?”
“You’re rooming with me.”
“Like hel .”
Canting his arms back, he gripped the rear edge of the trunk and stretched his wounded leg out. “It’s the one place I can trust you’l be safe.”
“I can damn wel take care of myself.”
He took a deep breath, released it. “No argument, but the odds are against you.”
“If I can’t fight off a pack of puppies, I deserve to bite it.”
“And Syre would come down on me in a swarm of vamps. How much shit am I expected to have shoveled on me?”
That knocked her back a bit. She looked at the queen-sized air mattress, clearly debating the risks and benefits of sharing it with him.
“We’re both adults,” he pointed out. Then he groaned softly as Sarah smoothed ointment over his torn skin. He’d be healing faster if he was eating properly, but he was quickly becoming undernourished on the sparse amount of food to be found while roughing it. “Nothing wil happen that you don’t want.”
“I don’t want anything besides you keeping your end of our agreement.”
“Then you’ve got no worries. Why don’t you show me those property specs you mentioned?”
Vash stared at him for a long moment, then muttered something beneath her breath and dug in her bag. She set it down on the ground a moment later, her hand emerging from the depths with a folder clutched in her grip. She looked at Sarah, who was tying off a bandage. “Are you done yet?”
Sarah’s gaze searched Elijah’s face for instruction.
He dismissed her with an easy, “Thank you, Sarah.”
The lycan closed the first-aid kit and said, “I’l get you some dinner, Alpha. Esther made an awesome venison stew.”
“I appreciate that.” Ideal y, they’d each be eating their own deer, but they weren’t in a position to dine wel under the circumstances. Instead they were divvying up what they caught among everyone, which kept them alive. Barely.
“Also…” She offered a timid smile. “I’d like to stay with you when you make the arrangements to send some of us out with the vampires.”
“Aw,” Vash crooned with syrupy sweetness. “Puppy love. How touching.”
Sarah rose to her feet with graceful dignity, but the look she shot Vashti was poisonous, a rare display of hatred from an Omega.
“I’l work something out,” Elijah answered, his decision taking into account her innate Omega gift for soothing and comforting others. She’d be best utilized in a support position, rather than on a hunt.
“Thank you, Alpha.” She left the room in a calm, graceful glide.
Pushing to his feet, he rol ed his shoulders back, feeling better already. He felt Vash’s gaze slide over him and he glanced at her with an arched brow.
“Wil you put some damn clothes on?” she snapped.
“Why don’t you take yours off?”
She bared her fangs. “In your wet dreams, lycan.”
He shrugged. “Worth a shot.”
CHAPTER 5