Page 8 of Shadow Weaver
I tucked the note into my cargo pants pocket and arched a brow at Harmon. “You want to come with?”
He looked torn. “If I hadn’t already promised Thomas we’d fuck like rabbits …”
I swallowed a laugh. “Shit, Harmon, too much information.”
He smiled slyly. “You should get some too, you know. Forget bionic man. I’m sure there are plenty of cadets who’d kill to get closer to you. Heck, even a one-night stand to dust off the cobwebs.”
My amusement croaked and died. “I can’t even think about that right now. I need time.”
“Well, it looks like you’ll have at least a week of Hyde-free time.”
My pulse thudded hard in my throat. “What do you mean?”
Harmon’s eyes dimmed. “Larkin just told me Hyde’s gone. He’s taken portal leave. Won’t be back till sometime next term. Vince has taken over his duties until he returns. Apparently, he had a lot of unused leave. He took it all.”
To get away from me. He took it all to get away from me. My throat closed, and heat burned the back of my eyes.
I turned away to hide the hurt. “Good. That’s … maybe that’s exactly what I need.”
And then anger flared in my chest, not at Hyde, but at myself. Nothing had happened between us, not really. A couple of kisses, weeks of skirting attraction. So what? No promises had been made. Infatuation, attraction. Nothing. Fuck him. Brady was right. Harmon was right.
It was time to move on.
I grabbed a hoodie and shrugged it on. “Enjoy the sex. You guys want to watch a movie later?”
“Sure,” Harmon said. But his gaze was probing, searching to see if I was okay.
“And tell Thomas we are not watching a rom-com this time. I need blood and guts.” I widened my eyes. “A slasher movie.”
Harmon chuckled. “As long as he has a pillow to hide behind, he’ll be fine.”
Thomas was a nightblood who drank blood to survive but couldn’t watch a horror or slasher movie without cringing and hiding behind Harmon’s bicep.
“Oh, he’ll be totally relaxed by the time I’m done with him.” Harmon winked. “I intend to fuck the tension out of him.”
“Once again, too much information.”
He offered me a mock salute and backed out of the room. “Catch you later.”
Truth was, I was glad they were getting on again. The last few weeks away from the Academy had helped them regroup and reevaluate their relationship. After Lloyd had delivered the news that the head weaver at Nightwatch had found no solution to the memory loss the morphs had induced in Lottie and Minnie, Harmon seemed to have accepted that things would never be the same.
He’d stopped waiting for his sister to remember him and started building a new relationship with her. Lloyd was doing the same with Minnie, but me … I couldn’t go back.
I didn’t know how to find my way to Minnie, not with Harper and the fluffy pink bats circling. In the beginning, Minnie had come to me. She’d found me. But back then, she’d been unhappy and looking for a way out. Now, she was free of that burden. She didn’t need me.
“You should go see her.” Larkin appeared in the doorway.
I stood hands on hips and glared at him. “Well, I certainly haven’t missed having my thoughts invaded.”
He leaned against the doorjamb and peered at me with his cat eyes. “You miss her. There’s no reason you can’t build a friendship with her.”
“You need to stop watching all those talk shows.”
“With all hands on deck the last few weeks, there’s been nothing to do but binge-watch Supe TV. But that little gem was from Episode 55 of Lunar Creek. The one where Brett Harley loses his memory.” He blinked up at me. “Have you seen it?”
I had. The incubus got zapped with a curse and was wiped from his friends’ memories. It was touch and go, like how could he ever get them back again? Why would they even let him into their group, and the curse put obstacles in his way at every turn, but he believed his friends were worth it and persevered. His determination broke the curse. His true love for his friends freed him.
“Yeah, you know it,” Larkin drawled.
