think that.”
I glower at him with my hands on my hips, but it’s more of a joking move than anything. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you really knew me. I was mean to your brother when I first met him.”
“Ha, I wish I could’ve seen that.” He grins. “He’s not used to people throwing his own personality in his face. I bet he got so pissed.”
“He was. He even threatened to kill me,” I tell him. “I don’t really think he would’ve, though.”
“I don’t know. It was a full moon that night,” Dash muses, thrumming his finger against his lips. “He can get awful cranky during a full moon.”
Huh? How does Dash know I met Jax on a full moon?
Dash quickly clears his throat, looking away from me. “So, why does my brother think someone might be trying to kill you now?”
“Did he use the word kill?” I watch him roam around the room as I question the abrupt subject change. He’s hiding something from me, something about that night in the club when I met Jax.
“No, but he sounded really uptight. More than he normally does.” Dash opens the top drawer of my dresser where I keep all my underwear and peers inside.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I jump forward and slam the drawer shut. “What’s up with the snooping?”
“Just seeing when you’d stop me.” His smirk makes another grand appearance. “Didn’t peg you for a lace girl.”
I narrow my eyes at him with my arms folded. “No more snooping through my stuff.”
He grins innocently at me as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall. “What? It’s not like I knew they were in there.”
I fight back a smile. He isn’t funny. He isn’t cute. Okay, he kind of is . Whatever.
“Did Jax say when he’d get here?”
“He said a little over an hour,” he replies. “I don’t know where he was when he called. He hardly ever leaves the academy this late unless he’s called on a case. But he said he wasn’t on one.”
I sink down on the bed and tuck my hands under my legs. “I think he might have been at a bar or club or something. When I first called him, there was some loud music playing in the background, and it sounded like a ton of people were around.”
Dash’s brows spring up. “Jax? At a club? Really ?”
“That’s what it sounded like.” I tuck a strand of my long, brown hair behind my ear. “A girl said something to him while we were on the phone. I think he might’ve been on a date or something.”
Dash exchanges an amused look with Thad then seals his lips together, repressing a laugh.
I look back and forth between the two of them. “What’s so funny?”
“Jax being on a date,” Dash says. “He’s been on, like, three, and all of them ended in a disaster because he’s socially incompetent, way too uptight, and scares everyone off.”
This bit of information surprises me. Jax did act kind of douchebaggy when I first met him, and he can still get intense, but he has a sweet, kind side—well, on rare occasions.
Dash searches my eyes. For what, I have no idea. All I really know about Dash is that he likes to joke around, smells like cookies, and is bound to Vivianne. I’m not sure how he’s bound to her or why he smells that way. He’s definitely not just a Guardian, though.
I open my mouth, figuring now is as good a time as any to ask, but before I can get the words out, Dash’s gaze zips to the window.
“What on earth?” He tugs on the lamp cord, smothering the room in darkness, then peers out the window.
I slant forward to see what he’s looking at and spot Vivianne and the empress dashing out of the forest. A light mist snakes from the trees and dances around their ankles as they hightail it across the grass and toward the car parked in the driveway. The mist could be as simple as fog, but I have the eeriest feeling it’s linked to something paranormal.
“I saw them pull up to the academy about half an hour ago,” I whisper to Dash. “And then they hurried into the trees. I saw