Neither of them seems to have Stefan's ability to disappear at will." "And you'll keep them until ..." "Until we have an apology for the events at Uncle Mike's and reparations paid to Mary Jo.
And an agreement not to try something like that again." "Do you think you'll get it?" "Bran called her to deliver our request.
I'm certain we'll get it." Some tightness eased in my chest.
The one thing that Marsilia did care about was the seethe.
If Bran got involved in a battle, Marsilia's seethe was dead.
The vampires in the Tri-Cities simply didn't have the numbers that the Marrok could bring into play--and Marsilia knew it.
"So she'll have to concentrate on me," I said.
He smiled.
"The agreement is that she will not attack the pack unless one of us newly and directly attacks her." "She doesn't know I'm pack," I said.
"After we get that apology and promise from her in writing, I'll take great pleasure in informing her of that." I sat up and rolled forward until I was up on all fours and my face was an inch from his.
I kissed him lightly.
He kept his hands on the cat.
"I like the way you operate, mister," I said.
"Can I interest you in the pancakes I'm going to make after I shower?" He tilted his head and gave me a deeper kiss, though he left his hands where they'd been.
When he moved away, neither of us was breathing steadily.
"Now you can tell me why you smell like Stefan," he said--almost gently.
I raised my arm and sniffed.
I did smell like Stefan, more than riding home in a van would have accounted for.
"Weird." "Why do you smell like the vampire, Mercy?" "Because we exchanged blood," I told him--and then explained what Stefan had told me about vampire bites on the way from Spokane.
I couldn't remember which part was supposed to be secret and which parts weren't--but it didn't matter.
I wasn't going to keep anything from Adam, not when he'd made me part of his pack.
Stefan was certain that neither he nor Blackwood would have been able to affect the wolves through me.
But I didn't know enough about pack magic to be certain--and I didn't think he did either.
The only thing I did know was that Adam would agree with what I had done, though I knew he wouldn't be ecstatic about it.
By the time I'd finished, he'd dumped Medea on the floor (for which he'd have to atone if he wanted to touch her again today) in favor of pacing the room.
He kept going a few rounds.
He stopped when he was across the room and gave me an unhappy look.
"Stefan is better than Blackwood." "That's what I thought." "Why didn't you tell me about Blackwood after the first bite?" he asked.
He sounded ...
hurt.