Chapter 215
HANNAH
There were suitcases on the bed, half in and half out of the cupboard, and one on the floor. A couple of shirts were hung around the back of a chairs.
They were packing already. The thought set my heart sinking further.
I knew they would leave but seeing them actually preparing to do so made it even worse.
"You'll be gone for just a week, not a month, dude," Chase was saying to Jace who had the biggest suitcase of the three.
No surprises there. He was an over-dresser and took extra care of his looks.
"You do realise we can also buy whatever we want over there, right?" Chase continued. "They actually have stores where we're going."
Jace ignored him and went on stuffing his suitcase with his clothes and sneakers and any other thing he could lay his hands on.
"You're wasting your breath," Cade said, staring out of the window. "He won't listen to you."
Chase sighed and threw up his hands in the air in a gesture of defeat. He picked one of Jace's magazines and began to leaf through it. Cade started to turn away from the window.
He saw me then, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled and then frowned.
"Hannah," he said, and the other two looked up. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," I said.
I felt their eyes on me, following me around the room as I moved about, touching stuff.
I felt hands on the back of my shoulders. Chase's, by the scent.
"Something's wrong?" he said. "Is it the dreams?"
"No."
He sighed. "Are you going to keep answering in monosyllables?"
"Maybe."
I shook him off and walked over to the table. I picked things up, examined them, and put them down again.
I knew I was being perhaps a little dramatic. Okay, maybe a lot. But I still hadn't made my peace with them leaving, no matter how much I had tried.
'Did you really try though?' my wolf said with a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Oh, shut up," I muttered under my breath.
"Did you say something?" Cade asked.
I ignored him.
Now that they were really about to leave, it had become so much harder to just sit by and let them go. Which was why I had come up with this plan to help me get my way.
I would admit it wasn't very mature of me but then I wanted them around so badly.
"Hannah, what's wrong?" Jace asked. He had stopped packing now. "I'm getting worried here."
I snorted. "Like you care."
In two long strides, Jace closed the distance between us. He spun me around to face him.
"Of course, you know we care," he said earnestly. "We would do anything for you and-"
Just exactly what I had been hoping to hear!
"Anything?" I said.
"Of course."
"If you really love me, then let me come with you."
Sometimes, like now, I felt the mate-bond connection sucked. Understanding dawned on all their faces at the same time.
"Ah. So that's what all this is about," Chase said, chuckling.
I gave him a glare. "What are you talking about?"
"Hannah, I thought we talked about this," Cade said.
"We did-"
"And you agreed to drop it."
"I did," I allowed grudgingly. "But I can change my mind, can't I?"
"Unfortunately, sweetheart, we haven't changed ours," Jace said.
"But- you said-"
"We would do anything for you," Jace said. "Anything but that. Besides you heard what my father."
"Wait. Hear me out first. Your father doesn't even have to know I'm going with you. I could tell him I'm going on camping with some friends. Then I could follow you three, get back here a couple of days early and no one would know."
The brothers exchanged looks and then burst out laughing. I flung myself into the nearest chair in a fit of temper.
"Good to know I'm so funny," I said crossly.
"Sweetheart," Chase said. "I could pick so many holes in that little plan of yours but I'll save you the lecture. You aren't coming-"
"Then you don't care about me," I huffed.
"And trying to emotionally blackmail us isn't going to work either," Jace said.
I turned my back on them and scowled at one of Jace's paintings hanging on the wall. I hadn't really thought the plan would work anyway but it was so annoying how they had seen through me in an instant.
I felt Jace's travel up my thigh. He was squatting on his haunches beside my chair. I slapped his hand away.
He chuckled. His hand returned, prospecting higher. I pressed my thighs together.
"Other girls look ugly when they frown like that," he said. "But not you. You look beautiful whatever you do. You want to know the expression I would kill to see on your face right now?"
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