If the Gray Lords are willing to kill Mercy just because she knows about it-- Mercy who has their favor and is beloved by our Alpha-- don't you think they'd kill one of those under their power, who has no such protections? If I can figure that out from one phone conversation, this Daphne, she knows it, too.
She has no intention of letting anyone go.
She'd make the exchange, then kill both Mercy and the boy." "Or keep the boy and kill Mercy," added Jesse, who had her dad's clear eye for strategy.
"Gabriel would rather be dead." She was still a teenager with a streak of drama, though.
I wasn't so sure Gabriel would rather be dead than serve the fairy queen--from all accounts it was fairly pleasant from the victim's side because they had no willpower to object.
I'd rather be dead.
Maybe she was right.
"Mercy," grumbled Darryl, "she was right about one thing: you need some sleep.
Go to bed." His voice softened.
"You, too, Jesse.
We can all help your boy better on a full night's sleep." He was right.
I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open.
I yawned and hooked my arm through Jesse's.
"Okay." AFTER DROPPING JESSE OFF AT HER ROOM, I OPENED the door to Adam's as quietly as I could.
Someone had stripped the comforter and thrown it on the floor.
Adam was sprawled naked on top of the sheet--and he looked horrible.
A mass of dark red scabs covered most of his extremities as well as here and there on the rest of his body.Warren had taken off his boots and was lying on the near side of the bed on his side, facing the doorway.
Sam was curled up between them at the foot of the bed.
I'd worried a little about leaving him with a wounded Alpha, but apparently he was still behaving atypically for an uncontrolled werewolf.
While I closed the door, he rolled flat on his side and half looked at me.
He wiggled a bit and let out a satisfied oof as he pushed Warren's feet over a few inches.
I noticed that he didn't touch Adam.
Warren was awake--even if he looked like he was deeply asleep.
I crawled over him and the corners of his mouth tipped up.
I settled in between him and Adam, curling my legs up so I didn't kick Sam.
I tried not to touch Adam, but he rolled over and threw an arm over my hip.
It felt warm and safe and good--and probably hurt him.
His eyes opened a slit, then closed.
I lay there a while in simple appreciation that he'd survived the fire.
The door opened just as I was drifting off to sleep.