“Shit.” He eased onto the bed next to her. “So you turn down his offer and what happens next? They come looking for Michelle?”
“Maybe.” She tried to stay still, but instinct drove her to press closer to Derek’s strength, his warmth. “I don’t think this particular situation has ever come up before. I think it’s safe to say they’ll come, but who knows what they’ll do when they get here?” She sat up and turned her face to his shoulder.
He tugged her into his lap with both arms around her waist. “I didn’t get how bad this could get. I thought I’d be more useful.”
“We’re all winging it, Derek.” She looked into his eyes. “If you keep me from having a nervous breakdown, I’ll owe you my life.” And my sister’s.
“Hey, I can try that.” He leaned down until his lips almost touched hers and froze as the sound of a car door slamming reached their ears. “Fuck. I hope that’s Alec and not the punk cowboy.”
The doorbell rang as they reached the downstairs landing, and Nick yanked open the door. “Tell me something good, Alec.”
Alec stared at them for one tense, silent moment before his nostrils flared and he laughed. “Good news is, only an idiot’s going to try to seriously propose marriage to you with Derek’s scent all over you. Luke’s a mama’s boy, but he’s not an idiot.”
“It’s not his fault she tromps all over him.” She left the door open and stalked back toward the kitchen. “The Conclave has been threatening Mahalia. What does your father know?”
“Jack and shit, as usual. He’s freaked out that Luke might get his hands on you and cement Enrica’s place as the queen bitch.”
“It’s so nice to be nothing more than a matrimonial trophy with a prized uterus.” As soon as she spoke, she wanted to take back the words. The last thing she needed to do right now, in front of Alec, was remind Derek they’d forgotten to use a condom during their romp on the floor. “I mean…”
Alec blinked. “What?”
But Derek had already caught on. He paled and glanced toward the kitchen. “Jesus Christ, Nick. I should have—”
“It’s okay,” she interrupted. She softened the quick words by weaving her fingers with his. “We can talk about it later.” When Alec wasn’t around. When the world wasn’t falling apart. “Mahalia said there was no way the Conclave had anyone who could bust into your safe house, Alec. So we have that, at least.”
“Good.” He blew out a breath and leaned against the counter. “I don’t know how far behind me Luke is, but it can’t be far. My dear old pop isn’t exactly high on the information chain. The kid could be knocking on the door within the hour.”
“Then maybe I should take a shower.” Derek glanced at Nick. “If you don’t mind?”
“No, go ahead.” It would give her time to ask Alec some frank questions that still might scare the shit out of Derek. “Take your time.”
Derek’s gaze slid to Alec, then he shrugged and stepped close enough to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Yell if you need me.”
She leaned into him for a moment. “I will.”
When he was gone, Alec tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “So. Was it worth the wait?”
She swung at him, but he seemed to be expecting it and had no trouble avoiding her half-hearted punch. “I don’t ask you about your sex life, do I?”
Alec grinned. “You could, if you wanted to.”
“Thanks but no thanks, man whore.” Her stomach rumbled, and she jerked her head toward the plate of waffles on the counter. “Derek made breakfast. You hungry?”
“Always. Why don’t we drag it to the table and get the uncomfortable stuff out of the way before he comes back downstairs?”
Her hands shook as she dropped the platter on the small dining table and went back to the refrigerator. “When was the last time a Seer went rogue, much less a pregnant one who happened to be the Alpha’s daughter? We’re in some uncharted territory here, and I have no idea how it’s going to play out.” She pulled out a carton of strawberries and turned to the sink. “We can’t fight the whole goddamned Conclave.”
“Enrica Maglieri knows a thing or two about uncharted territory,” Alec reminded her. “If the Conclave put her in charge of this mess, we’ve got to assume at least half of them are hoping she’ll fuck it up and prove once and for all that women can’t take care of business. It makes her a lot more dangerous, but it means the Conclave won’t exactly have her back.”
Which gave them a little wiggle room, but not enough for Nick’s peace of mind. “They’re not going to like the way Enrica’s wasting time with the marriage proposal, but that doesn’t mean any one of them would let Michelle and Aaron walk, either.”
“Nope. But the more they’re fighting amongst themselves, the better off we are.”
“Maybe.” Nick tossed the washed berries in a bowl and dug a bottle of maple syrup from the pantry. “I have to ask you a question. A serious one.”
“Sure.”
She swallowed hard and met Alec’s steady gaze. “Do you think Enrica could convince them to let it go if I did it? If I married Luciano?”
Alec hesitated, which was usually a bad sign, but there was no doubt in his voice when he replied. “I think she’d try, kiddo. But I think your sister’s days would be numbered the minute you signed the contract. The Conclave might tolerate Enrica, but that tolerance won’t last if they think she went behind their backs to snatch up a pet Seer.”
Nick forced herself to breathe as she pulled plates and silverware from the breakfront and arranged them on the table. A sick, icy knot settled in her stomach. “I have no other way to protect Michelle, and the help you’ve given us already could get you executed.”
“Well, I’ve got an idea on how to work this.” He sat at the table and waited until she sank into the chair across from him before continuing. “It could keep Michelle safe…but it wouldn’t exactly be a shining step forward toward enlightenment for our kind.”
Most of the wolves with a family legacy didn’t give a shit about enlightenment. They cared about tradition. The ones who’d run, or who’d never been embraced by the ruling class to begin with, just wanted to be left alone. “What is it?”
“Two parts.” He held up one finger. “Convince them that their superstition is right, and Michelle’s not a threat anymore since she had sex. Not exactly a girl-power message, but under the circumstances it might be best. That’s the hard part.”
“Girl power makes a lot more sense when you’re alive to enjoy it.” Nick nudged a fork out of the way and folded her hands on the table. “What’s the easy part?”
“Take yourself out of the line of succession. That’ll keep them so busy stabbing each other in the back over who gets to become the next top dog that they won’t care about Michelle unless she’s a direct threat.”
“Efficient. And if someone gets impatient, it could get my father killed.”
Alec leaned forward, his eyes intense. “You think your father isn’t under just as much of a threat every goddamned day? People are terrified he’s going to shove you down their throats as the first female Alpha. John Wesley Peyton can take care of himself, my girl.”
“I guess so.” The harsh words twisted the knot in Nick’s stomach tighter. Her skin felt cold and hot at the same time, and nausea made her sway in her chair. “You’ve spent a lot of time with Derek. Is he going to make it through this?”
“I can’t make any promises.” Alec brushed his fingers over her hand. “But he’s tough enough. You just have to go easy on him, kiddo. Especially when people start showing up trying to talk you into marriage.”
“I have crappy timing.” Nick pushed her damp hair back. “It shouldn’t have to be this hard for him.”
“Yeah, well, he can get at the back of the line when it comes to pouting over it. It’s not like Jackson didn’t have to put up with just as much shit, and he’s not dumb enough to blame Mackenzie for it.”
Jackson hadn’t had a ton of very new, very confusing instincts to deal with, either. Nick shoved a fork at Alec. “Eat. Luciano should be here soon.”