“Has she been crying?” He whispers and I look away knowing I was the reason for her tears.
“What did you do?” He snaps and she stirs rolling over but not waking.
“Not now” I tell him, knowing if we argue we were going to wake her.
“Where did you go?” I ask, knowing he left the territory.
“To see my brothers” I nod, I liked his brothers. They were good guys and incredibly supportive of our non-existent relationship.
“And?”
“And what?” He asks, pulling the door closed as I walk out. He follows me downstairs and I go to the fridge grabbing a beer and handing him one. He pops the cap drinking some.
“Nothing, they told me to stay here with you two”
“So, you’re going to?” I ask.
“Not like I have anywhere else to go”
“What upset Lana?” He asks, looking to the stairs.
“I snapped at her,” I tell him, letting out a breath. Drake shakes his head but says nothing.
“She cooked us dinner” I tell him nodding toward the table, Drake looks over before running his hand through his hair and scratching the back of his neck.
“Now I feel like an even bigger dick” He says.
“Why, you didn’t do anything”
“You weren’t the only one that snapped at her” He tells me. Great, she only just got here and both of us have already yelled at her. Drake picks up the plates putting them in the fridge. “I didn’t know she could cook,” He states.
“Yeah, me either I just assumed she was used to being waited on, she technically is a princess” I tell him, and he agrees. Making me wonder how much I really do know her, we spoke to her on the phone for two years but usually nothing personal, I could always tell she wanted to get off the phone so our conversations were usually short, or she would hang up on us when we would ask her to come back with us.
“Did she ever talk to you about her home life?’ I ask curious.
“No, I spent most of the last two years being hung up on” He says, and I chuckle.
“What about you?” He asks.
“Not really, mainly only talked about her sister or her brothers, never about herself” I answer.
“Her parents are nice, nicer than ours anyway” Drake states. I chuckle, that is true.
Drake walks upstairs and I follow him, I thought he was going to climb in with her but instead he scooped her up off the bed. Her eyes fluttering open for a second as she rolled in his arms.
“You came back” She mutters as he walks her into our room placing her on the bed. She was already back asleep within seconds when I notice her handbag. I know it is wrong to snoop, but seeing it open, I walked over and peaked inside.
I found some photos of her siblings and her mum and dad in her wallet, some credit cards and her ID and a bus pass.
“What are you doing?” Drake asks.
“Looking” I tell him, he looks down at her before walking over and snooping with me. I find a bottle of sleeping pills and show Drake. He reads the back of them and I also find ant-idepressants which I thought was odd. Drake raises his eyebrows when I hold them out to him. He places them back in her oversized handbag before pulling out what looks like a long purple bullet about the size of my palm.
“What’s this?” He says holding it up before it starts vibrating and he nearly drops it, only just catching it before it hits the ground.
“How do I turn it off?” He whisper yells as it vibrates in his hand. I take it from him turning the dial on the bottom, cutting it off.
“Not so innocent after all” I mutter while Drake stares at me clueless when I remember he only has brothers.
“It’s a vibrator fool” I tell him, and his eyes widen before a smirk creeps on his face.
“Naughty girl” he says, looking at her sleeping peacefully wiggling his eyebrows. I nudge him in the ribs, and he grunts at the impact. I place everything back in her bag, which gave no more answers than we already had, if anything raised more questions. I could tell Archer felt a little uneasy, his guilt also hitting him.
“Do you think she would be angry if we climbed in with her?” Drake asks.
“I was going to anyway, she is our mate” I shrug, I climb in beside her tucking the blanket around her when Drake pulls the blanket back beside me.
“I thought you wanted to lay with her”
“I do, but if she wakes up angry, she will hit you not me” He chuckles and I move her over so he can fit beside me, his body heat pressing into my back when he chucks his arm across waist.
“Shut up, and don’t say anything. I like snuggling” He mutters and I shake my head at him before falling asleep.
Lana POV
Opening my eyes, I was not in the room I fell asleep in, I was also very aware of the body pressed against mine and the warmth their skin offered. Rolling over I find Tate, he rolls onto his back and I lay my head on his chest, tingles spreading along my cheek and across my arms as I snuggle into his warmth.
I notice Drake laying beside him snoring softly, Tate moves, and I can feel through the bond that he is awake, as his mind comes alert to his surroundings and me laying on top of him. I half expected him to move me off him after last night, but instead he plays with my hair that is scattered over his arm and chest. I prop my chin on his chest looking up at him.
“What time did you two get home?”
“Not sure” He says brushing my hair behind my ear.
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask. Tate shakes his head leaning forward and kissing my head.
“No, not mad. I was”- He doesn’t finish what he was going to say instead looks to Drake asleep beside him.
“I didn’t mean, I didn’t want to mark you” I tell him, and he looks back at me, his eyes darkening, and I could feel his anger resurfacing before he shoves it back down.
“Then what did you mean?” He asks his voice coming off harsher than I think he intended.
“That you would be stuck with me, tied to me even if you get bored of me and no longer want me” I tell him. His brows furrow and he lets out a breath.
“That won’t happen Lana, you’re bonded to us we won’t be able to throw you away even if we wanted to”
“I just thought that if you got bored you would regret being marked by me because you can’t break a mate bond once marked” I tell him.
“No, I will never regret being marked by you, I want to mark you, but I can wait” He says.