Page 32 of The Magic of Betrayal
Glancing back at Fischer and Kai, we had a silent conversation. Our training had made us experts in that. And it was agreed—she was hiding something.
Everyone made it to the kitchen and Saige began pulling meats and cheeses from her bag along with a couple bottles of wine and a suspiciously half full bottle of tequila.
"Were you drinking alone?" Fischer questioned, holding up the bottle of liquor.
She spun and put her back to us as she pulled a large tray out of a cupboard. "Huh? Oh, well I had a few shots, and Johnny had one with me. I've just been a little stressed out with everything that's happened."
Yeah, I suppose that made sense, it had been a lot to take in for everyone. We were used to strange things happening and learning to roll with the curve balls that the stars threw our way, but for Saige, this was quite the upheaval from her routine life.
She began plating the food and grabbed some dill pickles from the fridge along with a variety pack of crackers.
"Want to watch a movie in the living room?" she asked us, wringing her hands together in front of her chest.
"A movie sounds great. I'll just take this stuff to the living room, someone bring beer." Sloane picked up the plate and high tailed it out of the kitchen.
Kai and Fischer moved in on Saige, speaking in soft tones, but I was still too angry to even be in the same room with her. Instead, I grabbed a few bottles of beer and the wine, and trudged to the living room, leaving them to have their discussion.
Sloane was sprawled out in a corner of the large sectional couch and I tossed him a beer before putting the other shit down on the coffee table. There was a large recliner opposite the couch and I secured my own drink before beelining for that chair. That way I wouldn't have to sit beside her.
The three of them came into the room, Saige's giggle made my chest clench. Man, I needed to get my shit together, but I could feel her eyes on me, so I stared down at my cell phone, still unable to make eye contact. I was disappointed, the woman acted recklessly during a time where she should be taking every fucking precaution to be safe.
Thunder rumbled and I cursed softly, having lost control of my power for a moment. Everyone looked in my direction and I lifted my beer and downed the whole thing.
"I'm going to head back to the apartment. I'll see you guys later."
I needed to just get some space, I couldn't do this shit tonight.
"You okay, man?" Fish asked, concern lacing his tone.
Grunting in reply, I left the room and headed for the mudroom, slipping into my big black combat boots. I'd just pushed through the screen door to head for my Harley when the door opened and slammed shut, letting me know someone had followed me.
"Cam," she whispered.
Freezing in place, I waited for her to say something else, because I knew I needed to keep a tight lid on my mouth right now.
"I'm sorry, okay? My phone died, and I lost track of the time. Are you really so pissed at me that you're going to leave right now?"
"Am I that pissed? Really, Saige?" I spun around and advanced toward her, stopping when she backed up against the screen door.
"It wasn't my fault, Cam. It was an accident. Why are you so upset?" Her voice was now steady and firm, and I already knew where this was headed, but I couldn't stop it. Nope. This was happening right the fuck now.
"Let's see, you've been projecting yourself into another realm, you were in a coma like state for hours with blood pouring from your nose and ears, you've seen horned shadow figures, we've concluded that demons are indeed after you for some unknown reason, and you acted carelessly," I growled out, my voice low and rumbling.
She opened her mouth to respond to that, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"No, I don't want to hear it. You didn't even make sure that your phone was adequately charged. What if you'd been in trouble?" I questioned, stepping into her space now, electricity zinging up and down my spine as another burst of thunder came from above.
"I'm not a child. I'm not weak. And I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for twenty-seven years, you overbearing caveman." Her face was getting redder with each passing moment, her anger rising to match mine.
"Then stop acting like a child!" I boomed, a flash of lightning lighting up the sky.
Her mouth opened in shock, but I continued, "This isn't about the phone, I'm not happy about that, because it wasn’t okay to leave us here wondering if you were fine or lying somewhere bloodied and unconscious. That, I could've gotten over easily," I chuckled without humor, "but the part that has me so upset, is that you let a random dude into your shop, drank with him, and then willingly got into his fucking vehicle, Saige. A stranger! Do you understand how stupid that was? He could have been anybody. Did he tell you he's our business associate, or did you just think ‘Oh, he's nice, so I'll just get into his car—’"
My rant was interrupted when her palm slapped my cheek.
"I said I was sorry, Cam! You don't get to stand here and berate me, I'm not your fucking employee."
Lifting a hand to my face, the sting of her slap still fresh, she'd gotten me good. Tears were welling in her eyes, but I didn't think it was because she was sad. She was probably an angry crier.Well good, I'm fucking angry too.
