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Both men sent me a nearly identical, baffled look. That was a disturbing new development. The two of them had definitely bonded while I’d been away.

“You’ve become quite the copacetic pair. Will you two be sending out Christmas cards together this year?”

Christian laughed. “In a prom pose. I call big spoon.”

“This is not a place to sleep,” Caleb said, ignoring us. “This is a cover for a stash. I never stay here for more than twenty minutes, as I don’t really feel like getting blown to pieces in my sleep if someone tries to breach the place.”

Fair enough. “Lead on,” I told them. I needed sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

TELEPATHIC EGG

We wound up staying at yet another small, cookie-cutter house less than twenty minutes away. This one belonged to Christian.

“I wonder how many houses you have between the two of you,” I mused as Christian pulled into a two-car garage.

I saw Christian shoot Caleb a glance. “I have six properties in and around the Vegas valley, but I think it’s safe to say we’ll never hear how many Caleb has.”

“That would be a safe bet,” Caleb agreed succinctly.

I wasn’t surprised.

“Don’t feel bad, Jillian,” Christian said as he opened his door. “We have a lot of houses, but you have a brand new, shiny Dodge Challenger. Or at least you did, until we ditched it. Let’s hope that Dom didn’t tear it to pieces in a jealous fit of rage.”

I grimaced. That wasn’t going to go over well, but Dom really should have known better than to have me tailed.

The house was small, with three tiny bedrooms, and I crashed hard on the twin bed that Christian showed me to.

When I woke again it was light out. Still early morning, by the direction of the sun. That was good, since taking all day to get back to my abandoned car would only aggravate things, I was sure.

Someone had left me jeans and even a sports bra that almost fit. It was downright sweet. I got dressed and grabbed my axe. It was still mysteriously quiet.

Christian and Caleb dropped me off a full block away from the garage where I’d left the car. Caleb handed me a garage door opener as I climbed out of the backseat.

“Pussies,” I called to them loudly as they peeled away like they were being chased, but I couldn’t really blame them. Dom wouldn’t hurt me, no matter how mad he was. No one in their right mind could assume that Caleb and Christian would get the same treatment.

I was somewhat relieved when I arrived at the garage and found no Dom.

Of course, there was a team of druids swarming the place, and they converged on me the instant they saw me.

They flanked me, stopping about four feet away, all of them looking wary in their three-piece-suits.

I didn’t recognize any of them.

There was one woman in the group. She had dark hair, a level stare, and she spoke for the lot. “Are you unharmed? The Arch was alarmed when we found your car abandoned, and your tracking devices… discarded. My first order is to ascertain that you are unharmed.”

I studied her, wondering how to get out of this mess. But should I, really? We’d be working with the druids and getting higher up on their shit list was hardly a good idea. “I’m just fine. What was your second order?”

“To contact the Arch and update him.”

I nodded at her. “Go right ahead.”

She had her cell to her ear, her gaze unwavering on me.

“What’s the third order?” I asked.

“To…escort you back to the casino.”