to—”
“Ghost hunt alone. I know. But I need this information. If I don’t go now, I’ll lose it. And you have work of your own to do . . .”
He trailed off and Vice was silent. They both knew that disturbing Rifter and Gwen now wasn’t acceptable—they’d barely gotten a proper mating time. None of the wolves would’ve wanted to stop that, even if it meant their lives, because Rifter would have their heads. Literally.
“We’ve all got our jobs tonight,” he said finally, barely able to hear himself over the buzzing.
“I’ll watch over the witch. You check in as soon as you can,” Vice warned.
“Yes, Mother.” Jinx hung up before Vice could curse at him, and let the scent of blood lead him to the scene of the crime he knew existed.
Finding out why would be the next step.
Chapter 6
K ate clung to her protector’s hand as he led her out of the woods and into a huge black truck. She shivered as he started the car and blasted the heat.
He grabbed a blanket from the backseat for her before gunning the truck and putting enough distance between them and what she’d seen to feel a little more comfortable.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said finally, feeling more than a little stupid.
“It’s Stray.”
She didn’t bother to ask if that was a first or last name, assumed it was a nickname because who had a real name like that? But she was in no position to question because she was soaked and freezing and being chased. “Stray, maybe we should go to the police station—”
“The police are the ones who are after you—you saw that for yourself,” Stray reminded her as he numbly maneuvered the vehicle through the wet roads without the car losing speed or feeling out of control.
Unlike her, who was seriously spinning right now. She pulled the blanket tighter, put her face close to the vent so the warm air blew against her cheeks.
“We’re almost there; then I can get you some dry clothes,” Stray told her as the truck began to make a slow, grinding climb up a hill. And then, suddenly, he stopped the car and turned to her. “I’m going to put a blindfold on you. It’s for your own safety.”
Could she even argue? Before she had a chance to, he was tying a bandanna over her eyes and securing it, and then the truck moved again. She heard a garage door open, then close, and then Stray cut the engine.
She heard him get out and shut his own door, and she had a second to reach up and grab the cloth over her eyes. But somehow he was opening her door and reaching for her hand faster than he should have been able to.
“Let’s go.”
He helped her down, her sneakers squishing on the floor. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her forward ahead of him as the odd feeling overtook her. There was something in the air—if she didn’t know better, she’d call it magic.
But the blindfold was making her too claustrophobic to focus on much of anything else and so she allowed Stray to guide her, his hands on her shoulders.
She forced herself to keep going, not to collapse in an embarrassing heap, but she knew she soon would. She could tell by the way her body still shook.
Before that happened, she found herself in a soft, comfortable chair. The blindfold came off and a soda was in her hands.
The light in the room was low enough to allow her eyes to adjust easily. She drank the sugared soda greedily as she got her bearings.
They were in a big living room in what she believed to be a giant house, based on how tall the ceilings were. It was clean, and dare she even say cozy, thanks to the roaring fire.
And still, the low-level hum of energy zinged through her. The brand was reacting, but it wasn’t hurting the way it normally did when she felt danger of any kind.
But you are in danger.
“You are in danger, yes. But you’ll be okay here,” Stray told her.
She was about to ask him if he was a mind reader when she realized she hadn’t been able to read
his
mind. At
“Ghost hunt alone. I know. But I need this information. If I don’t go now, I’ll lose it. And you have work of your own to do . . .”
He trailed off and Vice was silent. They both knew that disturbing Rifter and Gwen now wasn’t acceptable—they’d barely gotten a proper mating time. None of the wolves would’ve wanted to stop that, even if it meant their lives, because Rifter would have their heads. Literally.
“We’ve all got our jobs tonight,” he said finally, barely able to hear himself over the buzzing.
“I’ll watch over the witch. You check in as soon as you can,” Vice warned.
“Yes, Mother.” Jinx hung up before Vice could curse at him, and let the scent of blood lead him to the scene of the crime he knew existed.
Finding out why would be the next step.
Chapter 6
K ate clung to her protector’s hand as he led her out of the woods and into a huge black truck. She shivered as he started the car and blasted the heat.
He grabbed a blanket from the backseat for her before gunning the truck and putting enough distance between them and what she’d seen to feel a little more comfortable.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said finally, feeling more than a little stupid.
“It’s Stray.”
She didn’t bother to ask if that was a first or last name, assumed it was a nickname because who had a real name like that? But she was in no position to question because she was soaked and freezing and being chased. “Stray, maybe we should go to the police station—”
“The police are the ones who are after you—you saw that for yourself,” Stray reminded her as he numbly maneuvered the vehicle through the wet roads without the car losing speed or feeling out of control.
Unlike her, who was seriously spinning right now. She pulled the blanket tighter, put her face close to the vent so the warm air blew against her cheeks.
“We’re almost there; then I can get you some dry clothes,” Stray told her as the truck began to make a slow, grinding climb up a hill. And then, suddenly, he stopped the car and turned to her. “I’m going to put a blindfold on you. It’s for your own safety.”
Could she even argue? Before she had a chance to, he was tying a bandanna over her eyes and securing it, and then the truck moved again. She heard a garage door open, then close, and then Stray cut the engine.
She heard him get out and shut his own door, and she had a second to reach up and grab the cloth over her eyes. But somehow he was opening her door and reaching for her hand faster than he should have been able to.
“Let’s go.”
He helped her down, her sneakers squishing on the floor. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her forward ahead of him as the odd feeling overtook her. There was something in the air—if she didn’t know better, she’d call it magic.
But the blindfold was making her too claustrophobic to focus on much of anything else and so she allowed Stray to guide her, his hands on her shoulders.
She forced herself to keep going, not to collapse in an embarrassing heap, but she knew she soon would. She could tell by the way her body still shook.
Before that happened, she found herself in a soft, comfortable chair. The blindfold came off and a soda was in her hands.
The light in the room was low enough to allow her eyes to adjust easily. She drank the sugared soda greedily as she got her bearings.
They were in a big living room in what she believed to be a giant house, based on how tall the ceilings were. It was clean, and dare she even say cozy, thanks to the roaring fire.
And still, the low-level hum of energy zinged through her. The brand was reacting, but it wasn’t hurting the way it normally did when she felt danger of any kind.
But you are in danger.
“You are in danger, yes. But you’ll be okay here,” Stray told her.
She was about to ask him if he was a mind reader when she realized she hadn’t been able to read
his
mind. At
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