Page 17 of The Hunger
“I just…I really missed you guys.”
“We missed you, too,” Oanen said.
I cleared my throat and sat at the table with Megan.
“How did your little helper react to your return?” I asked.
“Can’t find him. When we hellgated into the kitchen, everything was dark. I figured he was holed up, sleeping somewhere.” She shrugged. “I didn’t really try looking for him. I was more interested in getting to bed.”
A wave of lust washed over them, stirring my hunger.
CHAPTER FOUR
My gaze shifted between Oanen and Megan.
“Uh, I told Adira that you’ve been looking into the banshee singing,” I said, desperate to change the subject. “She was talking about trying to use the song as an excuse to send Oanen on an enforcer errand, knowing that you work as a team.”
Megan leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.
“She’s so annoying.”
“Very,” I agreed. “I told her she should talk to you about what you found. I know you said you didn’t find anything, but I sort of hoped it would force her to meet with you.”
“Now that is a tempting prospect. Think I can throat punch her before she disappears?”
“Probably not,” Oanen said, coming to the table with a plate for each of us. He even had a bottle of chocolate syrup for me. I smiled my thanks.
“It sounds like they’re as clueless about the singing as I’d guessed they would be,” I said. “It would have been perfect if you’d managed to find something where they couldn’t.”
Thoughtfully, Megan chewed her bite of pancake and watched Oanen as he joined us.
“No,” he said flatly before taking a bite himself.
“I didn’t even say anything,” she said.
“You didn’t need to. You said it all last night. My answer hasn’t changed.”
She made a sound of frustration. “Griffins are supposed to be guardians. Protectors.”
“I am.”
“Not just for one life but all lives.”
“One is more important than the rest.”
I reached across the table and set my hand on Megan’s, stealing her anger. Thankfully, there wasn’t much there.
“What are we arguing about?” I asked.
She turned her hand over in mine and held it.
“We’re fighting about Oanen’s smothering, overprotective tendencies,” Megan said, her tone completely calm and reasonable.
“She wants to visit the Oracle again,” Oanen said.
I looked at my best friend.
“You almost died last time.”
