Page 46 of Death Dance

I struggled to imagine being capable of flying across the ocean without the help of a plane. “I am unreasonably jealous by this,” I complained.

“Honestly, I am as well. I told Darius as much, and he laughed at me—and then he warned me you would likely be faster than him. Your father is the swiftest of the family thus far. I was also warned it would be a matter of time until Emerick learns how to fly. That was when I began feeling rather ill.”

I could guess why—and I agreed with him.

My husband enjoyed taunting his vampires and had more than a few feline behaviors. Should he learn to fly?

He would take every opportunity to torment those in charge of keeping him safe, myself included.

“He would definitely use the power of flight irresponsibly,” I muttered. “I will encourage him to contain me with the power of fur instead.”

“That would be appreciated. I will begin making a training plan for you. Finish carving the stake you were working on before going to bed. It is better that Emerick does not believe you are staying up late for now. He needs rest, and he resists it most of the time.”

“I’ll be working on that,” I swore. “I’ll finish my stake and go to bed, but it isn’t my fault if I can’t sleep.”

“That’s fair. If you can’t, text me, and I’ll see about tiring you out so you can. Just don’t be surprised if Emerick whines should you beat him awake. You’re now his favorite part of waking up.”

I would keep that in mind for the future. “I’ll make sure his delicate sensibilities are calmed so we can get to work tonight. Just keep an eye on Breanna for me, please.”

“If I’m not watching her, someone from her team will be. We will make her as safe as we can. I can’t make any promises, but we will do our best.”