Page 108 of Taming the Beasts

“A battle easily won. Besides, it’ll all be over on Saturday.”

I swallowed hard. The way he said it sounded so final. And that was what I was worried about. The end. Of him. Of us. I didn’t want it to all be over. I threw myself into his arms.

He laughed, the tension of the discussion drifting off of him.

I nestled my face against his chest. “Can we just stay in bed all day?”

“I’m not opposed. But your phone has been buzzing like crazy.”

“It’s probably Zoey.” I reached over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I had a million texts from her. But I was focused on the last one. “Crap. She’s on her way over...” The words were barely out of my mouth when I heard the doorbell ring.

“Go.” Callum lightly swatted my ass. “I’ll make you two coffee.”

“You’re the best fiancé in the world.” I kissed his cheek.

We both climbed out of bed. I quickly got dressed as he just pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants.

One of my favorite things about living with him was seeing him in outfits like that every morning. I hurried downstairs and answered the door.

Zoey looked very frustrated as she stormed inside.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“No I’m not alright. Why haven’t you answered any of my calls or texts?”

“I was asleep...”

“We have a huge problem. We put it up to a vote and Titan and I were the only ones that wanted to torture her. I can’t believe it. Since when have only Titan and I been on the same page?”

I opened my mouth and closed it again. “Sorry...who do you and Titan want to torture?”

“Kebe. She’s obviously responsible for making Bennett’s friends go missing.”

I sighed. “Zoey. We’ve been over this.”

“We haven’t been over anything. I caught her red-handed last night...” her voice trailed off as Callum walked in with two cups of coffee.

“Hey, Zoey,” he said with a smile.

I knew his hearing was good. Had he heard all of that? Because no, I didn’t fully trust Kebe. But I was trying my best to be supportive of Callum’s decision to take the cure. I was trusting him. Even if I couldn’t trust her.

“Hey,” Zoey said.

Callum handed me a coffee mug and then he offered the second cup to Zoey.

“Thank you.” She took a sip. For just a second her eyes grew round. And then she squinted at him. “This is good.”

“Thank you?” he said.

“Too good, actually. I thought vampires didn’t like human food or drinks. Why are you so good at making coffee when you don’t drink it?”

I laughed. “Because he asked me how I liked it and I told him.”

“Oh.” Zoey still stared at him skeptically. “So you don’t like coffee?”

“Not even a little,” Callum said.

“You haven’t grown a fondness for it over the years?”