in the doorway. I swear the male has a tracker on me somewhere. He always knows where I am. If I couldn’t read his mind and see how genuinely kind he is, I’d be creeped out by him.
Tall, at six foot four, two inches taller than I am. His nearly black eyes hold mine before he comes into the room and sits down beside me. His fae appearance is on display since it’s only paranormals or those who know about us in this house. “What’s wrong?” he asks. He could easily read my mind, but he promised me he wouldn’t. If I want to tell him something, I will, and he trusts me enough to do so. “You don’t have to hide, Whit,” he says in my mind. I immediately know what he’s talking about.
“I know,” I reply telepathically. “But they finally got comfortable with me being fae, now I’m going to drop something else on them?”
“I think it’s more in your head than anything.” He sweeps his dark blue hair out of his eyes. It’s gotten longer, brushing his lips when it falls onto his face.
I nod. “You’re right, though it doesn’t make it easier.”
Cas puts his arm around me and pulls me close. It would be so easy to have a relationship with him. Cas is like Cam in the fact that he doesn’t have a preference. And while we’re friends, he loves me as such and I love him. Nothing romantic.
We tried once. I was in his home in the fae realm. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It was my first kiss. I had never gotten close enough or trusted anyone enough before him. But there were no sparks. No earth-shattering rightness. I’m not sure if I’ll feel sparks with my mate. Being half shifter makes it up in the air. But it was just a kiss with Cas. Fortunately, he didn’t feel anything either. We decided then and there to keep our relationship as strictly friends, not wanting to screw up what was already built between us.
Then there’s Camden. I’ve been fascinated with him since he first came to the pack. He’s not overly talkative. He has the whole brooding thing down. If I were a confident male, I’d approach him. I’d tell him I feel something toward him. But I’m not, so I won’t. I’ll stay on the sidelines, always wondering what it would be like to take his hand in mine. To press my lips to his.
I have a serious crush on Camden Raines.
Yes, we share the same last name. Everyone in the pack does. There is no blood relation between us. Nothing to tie Cam to me outside of the pack and this weird draw I feel toward him.
“I’ve already told you what that could be,” Cas says in my mind. I must be projecting my thoughts.
“Don’t start.” He’s brought it up before. Every time, I’ve told him to knock it off. Cam isn’t my mate. I could never be worthy of someone of his caliber. Cam isn’t just attractive. He’s drop-dead gorgeous. And I’m just… me.
“Whitlock,” Cas warns in my mind. He hates it when I get down on myself.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”
“One day I’m going to get it through your head that you’re worth way more than you think you are. Way more than Camden or any other paranormal out there.”
Cas sees me in ways I doubt many do. And I love him for it. If only I could believe his words.
The sound of yelling and furniture splintering apart has me jumping to my feet. It’s on the floor above us. I rush out of the room with Caspian right behind me. We take the stairs two at a time as other members of the pack rush down the hallway. At the top of the stairs we go right and follow them.
A chair launches from the door at the end on the right—Cam’s door. It breaks into pieces when it hits the wall.
“Whit,” Cas hisses in my mind as I push through the crowd. I have to get closer.
No one’s moving. Merely watching as more furniture comes from the room. This isn’t right. Whatever is going on, Cam needs someone in there with him.
An arm stops my movement. Looking over, I find Dante there holding me and everyone else back.
A roar rips through the air as something hits the wall inside the room.