The lightest touch of the late night summer breeze filtered through the open bedroom window bringing with it a brief moment of respite against the humid air. She stared at the ceiling and wished she would have turned on the air before turning in for the night. Of course, practical considerations had been the last thing on her mind when she’s tumbled into bed hours earlier. So now she forced herself to lay quietly and pretend that the causal arm draped across her midsection wasn’t a full on assault of body heat threatening to send her into heat stroke.
She listened to Trevor’s even breaths and counted the seconds between them. Even in sleep, he was steady, maybe even predictable. She loved that about him. Her life was chaotic, but he was a firm anchor, a safe harbour, a bit of sanity. Deciding to risk the movement, she slowly maneuvered her torso so that the heat of her lover’s arm would fall mercifully away. Rejoicing in finding a cooler spot beneath the sheets she slowly inched her way towards the edge of the bed.
“Where you going, Jenna?” His voice was sleepy, but she knew his mind was already sharply awake.
“You’re an inferno.” She gently pushed away.
“That was not a complaint earlier.” Trevor’s voice was wry and she couldn’t help but laugh. Jenna sat up in bed with the hopes of catching another breeze.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked.
“Nothing, just hot in here.”
“Hmm….” His tone of voice let her know that he understood she’d been awake for hours. Damn. He always knew.
Jenna sighed and weighed her options. She could pass her insomnia off as nothing, but Trevor was like a blood hound when it came to secrets. “I got a message tonight. He’s coming.”
Trevor sat up in bed, taking her hand. “When?”
“I’m not sure,” she replied. His hand squeezed hers to the point that she nearly winced.
“You don’t have to do this,” Trevor said for what seemed to be the millionth time.
Jenna could feel the same old argument well up between them. “He’s not a bad guy.”
“Sounds like you like him.”
“You jealous?” she teased. But this time Trev wasn’t having it.
“I don’t care if that guy is the fucking Mother Teresa of the Garou nation, this is bullshit.” There was anger when he spoke. “We’re meant to be together. I love you.”
“I know. And you know you’re the love of my life.” Jenna replied. “Look, it’s a name only deal. He’s not interested in me, and I am most certainly not interested in him. It’s a political thing. That’s it. This won’t affect us.”
Trevor shook his head no, “Yeah, how could my woman marrying another man possible affect me?”
“It’s just politics!” Jenna protested. “And besides, I’ve met this kid, he’s a fucking idiot. If anything, I’m doing him a favour.”
“He’s a Falconhand.” Trevor countered.
“So what? I’m telling you Morgan doesn’t have a scheming bone in his body. I should know.”
“He’s a Falconhand. Look what happened to Katherine DuBois.” Trevor replied.
She stared out the window into the light of the waning moon. “I know.”
He touched her chin, turning her face towards his. “We could leave.”
“They’ll just find us.” Jenna lamented.
“Yeah.” He paused before he spoke again. “But maybe there is another way.”
“Doubtful,” she pouted.
“I’ve heard of a kin ceremony. The Garou don’t know a thing about it, but it protects people like us from their influence.”
Jenna laughed, “Sounds like a fairy tale.”
“It’s not. At least, I don’t think it is. Couldn’t hurt to look into it, right?” His voice was so full of hope that somehow they could extricate themselves from the machinations of their Garou brethren that rather than dash his dreams with the sharp laugh that welled in her throat she curled back into his arms. Even though the night was unseasonably warm, she felt a chill run through her spine for some reason that she couldn’t quite pin point.
“Can’t see how it would hurt at all.” Jenna finally agreed.
“Good.” Satisfied that he’d resolved the issue before them, Trevor quickly fell back into an easy sleep. Jenna listened to him breathe and counted the intervals until sun rise.