lifted my arms and gestured around the bathroom. “Well here we are, home, and Ronnie isn’t the only night blood you’ve been talking to. She’s not even the only night blood you live with!”
Walker put up his hands in surrender. “I thought you’d be excited to meet more night bloods besides myself and Ronnie.”
I shook my head. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I never lied to you. The last time we spoke about night bloods, Ronnie was the only one living here. She was the only night blood besides yourself that I’d ever spoken to. That was the truth at the time.”
I narrowed my eyes. “That was only three weeks ago.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Walker said, and he had the nerve to look baffled.
“Don’t ma’am me. After over thirty years of knowing only one night blood, you find twenty in the past three weeks?”
Walker crossed his arms. “I make friends fast. Look at us.”
I balled my fists to keep from strangling him. “How are you meeting so many night bloods in such a short timeframe?”
“There’s safety in numbers. We get picked off so easily on our own, one night blood at a time, but together, we finally stand a chance against them, against the fate we were born to.”
I shook my head, equally awed and horrified. “You’re building your own coven of night bloods, an army to fight against the vampires.”
Walker didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. I could see the fire deep in his eyes and the effort it took for him not to smile at the thought of fighting and killing vampires.
“Not everyone wants to fight them,” I whispered. “I’d prefer to avoid confrontation.”
“Dinner with Bex is avoiding confrontation?”
I glared at him. “The vampires are faster, stronger, more lethal, and harder to kill than us. Fighting them is suicide.”
“I can’t just stand by meekly and let them have me,” Walker snapped.
“I’m not saying you should. Protecting yourself is one thing, but seeking trouble is another thing entirely.”
Walker sighed. “How is living together under one roof seeking trouble? We’re simply protecting ourselves. Safety in numbers, like I said.”
“Together or apart, we’re no match for them if they decide to attack. Living together just makes it easier for them. The sheep are herded together under one roof now, gathered for slaughter.”
“Like shooting fish in a barrel, you’re saying,” Walker murmured. “You think I’ve cornered us.”
His quiet, unsure tone made me hesitate. He wanted to do the right thing. He thought he’d been doing the right thing. I rubbed my upper arms, lost in thought and mixed, irresolute feelings. “I don’t know. Who am I to arrive here one minute and judge you the next?” I bit my lip. “But standing in this house, knowing that over a dozen night bloods are here with me, feels a little like standing in the center of a bullseye.”
“It’s safe here, Cassidy. I’ve taken measures to ensure everyone’s protection against Bex and her coven.”
Walker spread the icy-hot patch over my skin, pressing its frigid length along the curve of my hip. I jerked from the shock of it, but Walker held me immobile against him, his hands steady on my hip as he applied the patch.
I breathed in a sharp hiss between my clenched teeth. “I’m sure you have taken precautionary measures, but—”
“No buts. I have, and I think you’ll enjoy meeting the other night bloods. Until now, I’ve been the only night blood you’ve spoken to. Maybe sharing your experience with them will help put things in perspective. Help you better see my perspective.”
I pursed my lips and tried to harden my resolve, but my will was no match against his velvet brown eyes. “I’ll keep an open mind,” I relented.
Walker smiled, and I recognized the intention and heat in that slow grin.
I sidestepped around his advance toward the bathroom door, but he blocked my exit.
“Excuse me.”
He stepped closer. “I have something else I’d
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