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“No!” Chase snapped. “He doesn’t know. The council deceived him.”
“So they’ve been protecting Stone all these years?”
“He left the country. They couldn’t find him.”
“But he’s here now. Are they’re hiding him?”
“No. Even his father knows he’s bad. He wants him stopped too.”
Della tried to understand. “But then why did Powell not look into the lead about Stone at the prison? Are you sure his father doesn’t know where he is?”
“I don’t think he’s lying,” he said. “They’ve agreed to help us find him. They want him stopped too.”
“Did you tell Burnett?”
“Yes. I just left his office and if you don’t believe me you go ask him.”
“I didn’t mean…” Della kept looking at him. Something wasn’t right. Then it hit her. He wasn’t smiling. He almost always smiled.
“Did something else happen?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
She moved in and got right in his face. “Don’t lie to me.”
He frowned. Then suddenly, he lifted his face and his eyes went from green to a bright neon green.
“How about you don’t lie to me?” he growled.
“I haven’t,” she said, unsure what the hell was happening.
“Okay, tell me, Della. Why is it that I smell a certain shape-shifter all over you?” He leaned in. “Your hair.” He leaned lower. “Your chest?” He turned around and ran his nose over her shoulders. “Your back. You were in his arms, weren’t you?”
She swung around and stood there, not sure what she could or should tell him. But not appreciating him sniffing her like she was some dirty slut.
“You know what?” he seethed. “I’ve had a pretty miserable day and I’m done. Screw it.” He took off.
Della started to fly after him, but then stopped. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Yeah, she’d hugged Steve, but not like a hug-hug. Oh, and she’d told him she loved him, but as she’d finally admitted to Miranda and Kylie, she didn’t really love Steve. She was … this close to admitting she loved Chase.
And if Chase had asked her in a reasonable way about Steve’s scent, she would have told him. Hell, she’d been planning on telling Chase about Steve’s plan, and getting him to go with her.
But if he was going get all pissy about Steve, he’d probably find a reason she shouldn’t go get her father’s files.
She turned and stormed back into her cabin.
Miranda and Della were still at the kitchen table. “Forget what I said,” she snapped. “Chase doesn’t scare me anymore. He just downright pisses me off!”
She took off for her bedroom and slammed the door, forgetting it didn’t shut. The last sound she heard before she landed facefirst on the bed was the door falling and hitting the floor.
Chapter Thirty-eight
As angry as Della was, she left her phone on her bedside table so she would hear it when Chase texted or called with his apology.
It was almost three before she fell asleep. Not that it had been just him on her mind. He wasn’t even in the top five. Or maybe he was.
Her phone never rang, never dinged with a text. But she still checked it first thing when she woke up.
Nothing.
