Page 52 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“We better hop out and get you home to change. Don’t forget, you have to see the doctor today.”

I pep up even more at that thought. I can’t wait to see how Boston reacts. My appointment was supposed to be on Saturday, but I messaged Brennan and told him to reschedule because I was too sore after the fight.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Once we have dried off and Laughn passes me an oversized shirt to wear, we head down to his car. I’m honestly surprised the rest of the Gods haven’t all shown up to save me. The drive back to Boston’s house isn’t long, and I was expecting everyone’s cars to be here, waiting for the lecture, but to my surprise, their usual spots are empty. Laughn’s phone rings as he parks as close to the house as he can get.

“What?” he snaps. “Fine, I will be there soon.”

He turns to me.

“It’s okay, go,” I say, giving him a lopsided grin.

“Fuck you later?” he asks with a smile and a raised brow.

“In your dreams, I’m a once-and-done kinda girl.” I open the door, but he leans across and grabs my arm.

“This isn’t a once-and-done kind of deal.”

I laugh because I know I will be back for more, just like I was the entire weekend.

I slip from the seat and lean back inside to look at him. “And Laughn, promise not to kill anyone today,” I say, remembering what Summer had asked. Which reminds me, I need to get in contact with her.

“But . . .”

“But nothing, you will not hurt Summer or her friends. I forbid it,” I say sternly.

“I can promise I won’t hurt them today, but maybe you can convince me other ways not to do any future damage,” he tries to negotiate, raising one eyebrow.

“Today is good enough for me.” I wink, closing the door and walking off towards the house.

Laughn peels out of the driveway at high speed; he must really have somewhere important to be.

I make my way to the kitchen, expecting to be alone, but Brennan is seated at the table eating toast. How very mediocre of him—until I see the avocado, then I chuckle.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he yells, getting to his feet and rushing towards me.

“Fighting and getting my ass handed to me. Why, what does it look like happened?”

“And nothing happened with Laughn?” He gives my throat a pointed look.

I smile at the memories. “Okay, so he happened as well.”

Brennan looks seriously pissed off; his face is screwed up so much I want to tell him that if the wind changes, he will be stuck with that face forever. I decide not to push him today—he doesn’t look like he could cope with my smartass attitude.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” Brennan chastises, running a hand through his hair, which is getting longer and seriously needs a trim.

“Of course, I have no idea because everyone is keeping secrets! But you know what? I thought fuck it, I can leave really soon and plan to be far away from here, so why not have some fun?”

“They won’t ever let you leave now, especially Laughn. He has experienced a hurt so deep it ruined him to the core. You were warned for a reason—if you leave, he will hunt you down, no matter where you go.”

Seeing the concern in his eyes, I step forward and wrap my arms around his waist. “I promise I will say goodbye before I leave.”

He sighs. Something in him must snap when I look up at him. He leans down and presses his lips to mine, and I know I should pull away, but I don’t. He takes control, lifting me to the kitchen bench, stepping between my legs, and leaning his forehead against mine.

“Fuck... I can’t do this,” he breathes and stalks away, cursing under his breath.

Although I know Boston and I have a bet, I figure since I already rambled on about it to Brennan in an inebriated state, it’s void. I’m also positive if I wanted to wear something from his wardrobe, Laughn would help me pinch it and protect me—then he’d fuck me as he promised on my first night here.

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