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Neither of us spoke while we ate.
“I don’t collect hamsters,” Kaleb said out of the blue. The remains of our gyros scattered on our plates. “But I have every movie ticket I’ve ever bought.”
I knitted my fingers together and leaned forward. “You like movies?”
Kaleb grinned. “Who doesn’t like movies? Going to the theatre. Buying an obscene amount of popcorn and soda and missing the best scene because you have to pee.”
I snorted a laugh. “Favourite film?”
“Oof, that’s a tough one.” Kaleb rubbed his chin. His skin was clear, without even a shadow of stubble. “Back To The Future.” He declared. “I might be old as sin, but it was the first movie I ever saw. I saw it at the drive-in.”
“How oldareyou?” My nose wrinkled.
Kaleb quirked a brow, eying me as if I was crazy. “Wolfkin don’t age. Most Fae don’t. You’re Sídhe; you can expect to live a long time.”
“I know that.” I waved a hand dismissively. “I was teasing.”
Kaleb studied me for a long moment. I felt he was seeing something deeper than my frazzled ponytail and flaky mascara. “You’re worried.”
The absurd honesty of the observation startled me into laughter. “Of course I’m worried. I’ve got dead animals on my car, something tripping the wards on my house at night, and an ex-husband that keeps parking on the end of my driveway.”
His expression turned wolfish. “No.” Kaleb elongated the word. “You’re worried we can’t protect you.”
I sucked my lips between my teeth. “Yes,” I admitted, taking the wooden coin from my pocket and holding it up. Kaleb watched it like a snake about to strike. “My grandmother left this to me.”
“She did.” Kaleb nodded. “And you used that token to ask for help.”
“I might be a Weaver, but I don’t think you appreciate the power difference between my grandmother and me.” I took a deep, shaky breath, looking at the coin. “Grandmother Eva could rip, tear, and braid reality. She told me the coin would find me whenever I needed to know if I was on the right path. It was lost for years. But she told me it would find me when it was time.”
“What exactly is the right path?” Kaleb asked carefully.
I frowned, considering his question. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe it’s the path that keeps me alive?”
“Or maybe it’s the path your grandmother has woven for you.” Kaleb folded his hands together on his lap. “Was your grandmother a kind person? Did she have your best interests at heart?”
“What kind of question is that?” I bristled. “She was my grandmother.”
He nodded as if I had answered the question.
“She kept me fed. Clothed. She taught me how to knit and sew.” Heat rose, painting my cheeks. “It was hard. Just us. She put food on the table and warded the house. Sheprotectedme.”
Kaleb lifted his hands, palms out, in a disarming gesture. “I stand corrected.”
I bristled. “As soon as you found the glamour, your whole pack seemed to forget I was a target. Even if it’s a Durrach instead of Joel, I’m still in danger.”
Kaleb nodded, agreeing as he pushed his cup to align with his plate—needing a distraction. “You’re right.” He conceded. “I’ll speak to the others. Dean put the order out to continue the patrols, but you should still have a bodyguard.”
He touched my hand, and I thought my heart would burst from my chest.
I still had a tan line from my wedding ring, but all I could think about was pinning Kaleb down and riding him—How he would look with his silver hair sprawled on the pillow below me.
I blushed and looked away.
I hoped I could trust him.
I couldn’t thank him; I was Sídhe, and it wasn’t in my nature. Instead, I reached for my purse. “I’ll pay for dinner,” I told him, hoping Kaleb heard my gratitude in the statement.
Kaleb shifted into a wolf when we drove up the mountain to my home. Which was a boon in itself because there were several police cruisers parked on the verge leading up to my house.
