Capture (Elite Supernatural Trackers #2) - Heather Renee Page 0,2

be useful in persuading him to do what you need without you giving up more than you’re comfortable with.”

Her eyes narrowed as my words seemed to set in. I had a valid point, but when she still didn’t respond, I kept going.

“We can sneak out. I know where the keys to the vehicles are. We don’t need the guys to come with us if you’re really worried about it. I’ll clear it with the warden, and since he seems to enjoy it when I piss off his minions, I doubt he’ll object.”

Her tiny finger tapped against her thigh as she got up and fluttered around the counter. “Okay, if the warden will give you a pass, then let’s do it. Otherwise I’d be hitchhiking, and I’d probably end up leaving a trail of bodies from the idiots who annoyed me on the way.”

My head shook as I smirked. She acted like she hated people, but the more I got to know her, the more I realized she was just guarded. Her bit of information about her family earlier confirmed my assumptions, but I’d let her keep her secrets. For now.

After Nixie and I had cleaned up, which included me taking a thirty-minute shower and her bathing in a soap dish, we were greeted with dinner.

“What did you guys do?” I asked suspiciously.

Mason winked. “We brought you a nice warm meal. What’s wrong with that?”

“You assholes are rarely nice unless you’re trying to avoid our wrath or you need something,” Nixie said as she fluttered down from my shoulder to the table. While she couldn’t fly properly, she could at least get around a little better when she was traveling downward.

“She has a point. So, what’s up?” I glanced at Jaxon, who was avoiding my gaze before moving on to Spencer, but he wasn’t giving any information up, either.

Mason, on the other hand, was grinning like he’d just gotten laid, so I focused on him. “Well, you gonna tell me what has you so giddy?”

He leaned forward and tapped me on the nose—his favorite thing to do to me. “I don’t think I am. At least, not yet.”

Mason was continuing to stare, which told me he was hoping for a reaction of epic proportions, but I wasn’t going to give him one. “Okay. I’ll just enjoy the food and wait until you’re ready.”

Nixie’s head snapped up, surprised by my nonchalant attitude. “Fuck that. I want to know.”

Leaning in closer to her, I whispered not-so-quietly, “Don’t forget, we all have our secrets. We can let them have theirs.”

She grinned before biting into the tiny slice of bread one of the guys must have cut for her. We weren’t exactly conventional, but we were slowly becoming a family.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mason growled, clearly displeased we’d turned the tables on him.

“Oh, nothing.” I grabbed my plate and began eating the burger they’d gotten me, but I was only one bite in when Mason stood.

“That’s bullshit. You can’t do that.”

“Can’t do what?” My eyelashes fluttered at him innocently.

“She’s playing you, bro. Don’t fall for it,” Spencer warned while Jaxon watched our interaction silently and Blake grinned.

Mason turned toward his brothers. “And what if she’s not? What if they have something planned that will get us all in deep shit? You know it’s possible.”

The fae was such a smart supernatural, but thankfully none of them seemed worried.

Jaxon shrugged. “She’s a grown-ass woman who can make her own decisions.”

Asshole. Of course he wouldn’t care, which made me want to leave with Nixie as soon as possible.

Mason was clearly not happy about being shown up by our secret, but he still didn’t spill what he knew, and neither did the others. Instead, we all ate awkwardly in silence.

“It’s your turn to sleep on the couch,” Spencer said to Jaxon as he got up from eating.

Every fifth day, things got even more awkward when Jaxon was required to vacate his own personal space so I could sleep in his room. Without him.

Once I’d been healed up from the vampire fight, the guys had decided we would rotate whose bed I slept in, while I also took my own turn on the couch.

This was the third time I’d be sleeping in Jaxon’s bed, and my wishes to have him in it with me hadn’t faded, but my stubbornness still won out. He had hurt me, and I needed him to know that wasn’t okay. More importantly, that I wouldn’t put up with it.

Even if it killed me a