Kylie started to leave when Burnett looked at the door and said, "Come in."
Lucas walked in. He met Burnett's gaze head-on. "I'd like permission to walk Kylie back to her cabin."
"That's up to her," Burnett said.
"Without her shadow," Lucas said.
Kylie could see it cost Lucas a chunk of pride to ask permission. She recalled something Della said about werewolves hating to be submissive. And asking permission was a submissive gesture.
However, from the look on Burnett's face, Lucas's request had won him some respect and hopefully a few minutes to be with her. Burnett looked at Kylie as if to make sure it was okay, and she nodded.
"Just back to the cabin. And stay on the path." Burnett looked toward the window. "Della takes over again when she gets to the cabin. You got that, Della?"
"Yes," came her answer, and Kylie rolled her eyes a bit, wondering if Della was always listening in.
* * *
Della and Miranda were gone when Kylie and Lucas walked out of the office. The afternoon air was warm but tolerable. A few campers hung around the front of the lunchroom. Kylie saw Will, another werewolf, standing to one side, watching them. She also saw Lucas shoot him a frown.
"Come on." Lucas started walking toward the path.
Only after they made the first turn and were out of view did Lucas reach for her hand. Right then, Kylie suspected that Fredericka wasn't just blowing smoke about the pack's disapproval of her.
She started to ask, but Lucas spoke first. "Are you okay?" He stopped and turned to face her. His blue eyes studied her with intensity. "For a second, you were scared of me this morning, and then you just ran off with Perry as if you were mad."
She hesitated to tell him, but she wanted Lucas to be honest with her, so she needed to be honest with him. "It wasn't you I was afraid of. Last night I was pulled into a dreamscape. I wasn't sure what was happening, but you were there."
"No, I wasn't," he said.
"I know it wasn't you now. It was Red, Mario's grandson. He appeared as you in the beginning."
Lucas stood there as if contemplating. "He's vampire. They don't dreamscape."
"Well, he did. I don't know how, but he did."
"Maybe it was a regular dream."
She shook her head. "I know the difference now."
"Did you tell Burnett?"
"No," she said. "I ... handled it myself. I know how to shut it off. If it happens again, I'll tell him. Or I'll tell Holiday."
He frowned. "What did the freak do in the dream? He didn't..."
She understood what he was asking. "He only put his hands on my waist. Then I realized he wasn't hot like you are." For the first time, she wondered why Red hadn't tried to do more. Then again, she should just be happy he hadn't. The thought of kissing him was too much.
Lucas pulled her against him. "I really want to catch that slimy vamp." He wrapped his arms around her. She stood there for a few seconds, her cheek pressed against his chest, absorbing his embrace. Finally, she lifted her face and looked at him.
He pressed his lips against hers. It wasn't the really hot kind of kiss, but it was nice. Nice enough that she let her feelings about how he was always followed by Fredericka slide away.
"So you're not mad at me?" he asked.
"A little," she admitted.
He looked perplexed. "About what?"
She didn't have a clue how to say it but then just blurted it out. "Every time I see you walk up, Fredericka is with you."
He pressed his forehead to hers. "I've told you nothing is happening there."
"I know, and I believe you, but she's so ... smug."
He half grinned. "She's a werewolf; smugness is instinctual."
"I don't care. I don't like it."
His half smile faded. "She's part of my pack. I can't kick her out without just cause and major consequences for her."
The fact that he cared about Fredericka stung, but then she realized she wouldn't want bad things to happen to Derek. But it wasn't just Fredericka causing this problem.
"Your pack doesn't want you with me, do they."
He looked a little shocked. She almost repeated what Fredericka told her, but she didn't want to come off like a jealous girlfriend.
"It's stupid," he said. "It doesn't matter what they want."
"Doesn't it?"
"No, it doesn't," he said with firmness. "I refuse to let anyone dictate who I like or see. Besides, you might end up being one of us."
"And if I'm not?"
"It still doesn't matter," he said, but the conviction in his voice had lessened.
"What will happen?" she asked.
"Nothing. Because I won't let it happen." He touched her cheek. "This is my issue. Let me deal with it."
* * *
Thirty minutes later, Kylie walked into her chilly bedroom-yep, she had a ghostly visitor, but Kylie was determined to ignore her. She had to mull over her conversation and suspicions concerning Burnett and her conversation with Lucas. His pack's attitude was his issue, but it involved her. She also wanted to spend some time looking at her dad's face. As crazy as it sounded, she hoped staring at the pictures would somehow bring him closer to her.
"Someone lives and someone dies."
Kylie frowned. Okay, ignoring the spirit was probably going to be harder than she thought, especially since the so-called message the ghost was delivering was supposedly something the death angels had sent Kylie.
Ditto for Holiday's aunt, when she dropped in the day before.
"Who lives and who dies?" Kylie turned around to see the ghost woman hovering behind her. She had hair again, long dark hair that hung around her shoulders.
"They didn't say. But they did say that it isn't your fault."
"What's not my fault?" Kylie demanded.
The spirit shrugged. "They never explain anything. They just tell me to give you the message." She nipped at her bottom lip. "They scare me."
Kylie dropped onto the bed, and that's when she noticed something else about the ghost. She was pregnant. The pink maternity shirt clung to her round belly.
Suppressing her frustration, Kylie motioned to the woman's baby bulge. "You're pregnant."