CHAPTER 18
Miguel practically pushed me into the car and then drove northeast. His agitation showed in his aggressive driving and constant flipping of radio stations. I made no comment except that I wasn't going to start right away because I needed a shower. All he gave me was a grunt of acknowledgement without speaking another word for the entirety of the trip. I decided to ignore his bad mood and stared at the passing scenery, dredging up memories of fogging up the windows with Ezra during a particular car trip I took with him and Taurin in the past.
By the time we got to the one-story ranch house I was emotionally drained from sitting next to Miguel and wanted nothing more than to go home. He was out of the SUV and slamming the door closed before I even got my boots back on. I glared at him through the droplets sliding down the front driving pane, but he never turned around, just strode into the house. The knock on my side window caused me to jump away from it.
Jonah stood there with a snarky grin on his face and a questioning look.
"You coming out?" He mouthed on the other side.
I shook my head in annoyance and opened the car door, "Give a girl a break. I was with Mr. grumpy pants for over an hour. Don't blame me if I don't want to be in his company right now."
Jonah shrugged, "Well, I've been dealing with your Mr. grumpy pants for the past day or so. Maybe we can switch."
We walked through the front entrance, into the open hallway, "How did Oldavai get here before me?"
"Well, two grumpy pants got together and yelled at each other while you were hiding."
"Oh. Sorry you had to deal with that." I scrunched up my nose sheepishly.
Jonah shook his head, "Don't be! I wasn't the only one getting all hot and bothered with him. He gave us all a workout!" His grin got wider.
"What are you talking about?" My volume raised at the end of my question, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Oldavai was feeding off them all.
From the left of me, I heard Oldavai's voice, "Jonah you are scrumptious, but please don't tease my sweet."
Jonah laughed uproariously, "You're one lucky girl. What I meant was he was angry enough to allow the best of us to fight him." His laughter faded, "And I mean all out. He told us to try to kill him."
I felt a little lightheaded at those words and swung my head to the left, knowing he was already next to me, "You did what!?" I paused to look up and down at his Latino persona, "You're really trying to piss off Miguel."
He smiled, "Yes. In any case, I was angry and needed to take it out on someone. Several someones it so happens. Nothing to worry about," he placed his hand on my shoulder. "They stereotyped me as all sex and no personality."
I felt Jonah brush his hand briefly on my right arm and I turned to look at him. His face held confusion, "I don't understand it, Dove. He could have killed all of us. Weapons, magic, it didn't matter. He's more dangerous than any demon I've come up against because he knows how to shoot a fucking gun! Somehow you succeeded with a trap and subdue... on Oldavai. We don't... Sorry, but you?" He emphasized the last word and his voice faded off, his expression one of question and disbelief.
I felt the blood engulf my face and I stuttered, "Oh gods, nope, we're not..." I hummed in the negative, "Totally not going there."
Oldavai grabbed my hand and kissed the back lightly. "I didn't enthrall any of them."
"You did though!" Jonah bit back quickly.
I stared at Oldavai giving him a 'what the fuck' look.
He looked baffled at first, "I swear I didn't!" He straightened up and I watched his expression harden at Jonah.
Jonah laughed, "You were pulling weapons out of every orifice. It was the hottest thing any of us had ever seen. Wrapping us in your golden fog only when you were outnumbered."
My head whipped to the right to look at a laughing, blushing Jonah.
"I swear, Dove. He's a guard's wet dream." He kept laughing as he let himself out the door, shutting it with a firm click.
"Uh." I couldn't contain my shock.
"It could be worse, my sweetness. It wasn't a compelling fog, I didn't feed off them, and I'm honored that they'll use our training session to masturbate to."
I couldn't say anything coherent, "Uhmm."
"This way. I brought you clothes and there's a shower." He pulled me to the right, and I let him.
Once I was steaming in the shower, I let out some of the thoughts I was thinking, "Do you know who's here?"
His voice drifted from the bedroom, "I just fought them all."
I wiped shampoo out of my eyes and flung my head back into the water, "How do you know all of them? How do you know everyone's name we come across?"
"I don't, Dove. I just know the hunters who are the worst sort of pests."
"Shauna?!"
He laughed and I felt him project his amusement into the shower cubicle. "She's fun, not annoying. She never knew which demon I was until I told her as I walked out her door for the last time. No magic was involved with her. She got the simple doppelganger, but she never knew."
"Are you going to have fun with her here?" I used the same trick on him and pushed my anger around him.
"No. You're more fun and have the bonus of always surprising me."
I didn't think I was fun. Instead of commenting I stayed quiet and rinsed myself one last time. When I stepped onto the bathroom tiles Oldavai was already there wrapping a towel around me. I eyed him with amusement and exasperation as he knotted it to stay in place.
"Jonah forced them to wait for Miguel and you. I don't trust some of them." He looked down at his hand as he shook out some lotion.
I looked at his reflection in the mirror as he applied the silky looking product to my hair, "Why would you trust any of them?"
He threaded his fingers through the strands and stared back at me with his dark brown eyes. "I can feel their intentions well enough, Dove. I've had a lifetime of practice. It's why I challenged them all, to find out who was deluding themselves with their prowess." He smiled when he was done with my hair and pushed me out to the bedroom where clothes were laid out on the bed.
I gave an internal sigh of relief, none of the clothes were too outrageous.
He chuckled, "I felt that."
I gave my own smile as I slid the softest black t-shirt I'd ever felt against my finger pads before donning what he considered appropriate wear.
He placed his hand on my own over the bedroom doorknob, pausing me from going out, 'Miguel forgot something, my sweet.'
'The mirrors.'
He smiled furtively, 'Hopefully it won't be a fatal mistake.'