Mercury liked the grocer. The man was a hell of a hunter and always seemed willing to embrace the Breed cause. But Mercury had seen betrayal come from all sides. He was cautious, he told himself.
When they finished, Lawe left again, locking the door behind him, and Mercury stared at Ria's closed door. She hadn't come out, and Lawe had informed him with a hint of amusement that the scent of her anger was filling the house.
Her anger. And he knew where that anger came from. That damned purr she had convinced herself she heard. He shook his head and moved to the door, opening it slowly and stepping into the bedroom.
"I thought I'd fix dinner," he told her, forcing himself to stand in the doorway as he stared at her.
She was sitting in the middle of the bed, her laptop opened in front of her, a silky robe covering her, the soft, shimmery fabric slipping over one shoulder.
"Pizza is fine." There was no accent in her voice, but he could tell she was controlling it ruthlessly. Her expression was smooth, her eyes the color of bitter chocolate as she glanced at him.
"I'm going to cook," he said. "You need something more nourishing than pizza."
"There's nothing more nourishing than pizza," she informed him. "Besides, after drinking the coffee you make, I'm flat terrified of any food you fix."
He inhaled slowly and stepped forward, closing the door behind him. "I can cook. I told you I couldn't make coffee."
"If you can't make coffee, then there's no hope for even the slightest talent at something as simple as boiling water." She turned her gaze back to the computer, dismissing him. "Call out for something. That's what I do."
He grimaced before tightening his lips and reining in the natural impulse to do something about the subtle challenge she was throwing out to him.
He reminded himself that Jonas would be here soon. He would have enough of a battle with her then. And when Vanderale sent that heli-jet for her, then he was going to have the devil's own battle keeping her here. He couldn't leave yet. But he had a feeling the battle she would learn they faced might appeal to her more than leaving would.
"Ria, if you don't dress and come into the kitchen with me while I cook, then we may end up doing something on this bed that's only going to make you angrier."
Because he was about two seconds from ripping that robe off her body and enjoying some of the more wicked acts he'd considered doing with her.
"Something could make me angrier?" she asked him then.
"I'd have to know what made you angry to begin with," he stated. "And since you don't seem willing to discuss it . . ."
"Who said I wasn't willing to discuss it?" With that, she closed the laptop and stood from the bed, facing him.
She crossed her arms over her br**sts and that robe barely covered her thighs. He was going to tear it off with his teeth.
"You were the one that stomped out of the living room," he pointed out.
"And you just let me walk out, didn't you, Mercury?" Her voice was still calm and even, but he could see the shadows of anger and pain in her eyes. "It didn't matter to you then and it doesn't matter to you now."
"What doesn't matter?" he growled. "The fact that I'll never have a mate of my own? Does that make me a robot, Ria? Incapable of caring? The woman that could have been my mate is dead," he snarled. "Does that change anything between us?"
He watched her inhale roughly, saw the betraying tremble of her lips as he crossed the room to her.
"Ria, I'm not dead inside." He gripped her shoulders and forced her to stare up at him. "What you do to me, no other woman has ever done, even the woman that could have been my mate. She was a child. She was killed. She doesn't exist any longer. But we do."
Her arms uncrossed slowly as her expression clenched, then the confusion and uncertainty he sometimes felt himself crossed it.
"I don't know what to do about you," she whispered then. "I don't form attachments, Mercury, and you seem determined to make me do that here. When it's over, where does that leave me? Alone again?"
"Do you want promises from me?" he asked her, wishing he had so much more than that to give her. "If that heli-jet arrives for you, you're going to have to fight me to get on it. When it's time for bed, I won't be sleeping away from you, you'll be sleeping in my arms. And when tomorrow comes, and the tomorrow after that, as long as Ely hasn't had me confined in a damned padded cell and pumped up on drugs, I'll be curled around you when you wake up. What more can I give you at this point?"
What more could he give himself?
Finally, she shook her head. "I knew better than to come here," she whispered. "I knew you were going to completely mess with my head and my life, Mercury. I knew I should have stayed where I was."
"But you came." He lowered his head, caught her lower lip with his teeth and stroked over it with his tongue. Her eyes darkened then; the anger and bitterness left them and heat began to flicker in them.
"Come for me again." He released her lip, only to stroke both lips with his tongue, tasting her, loving her warmth. "One more time, Ria, before both our lives go to hell."