kept searching the woods. Worry ate at her over Dusti’s safety. “You’re half human, but you’re also half VampLycan.” He’d paused near her but she hadn’t noticed until he spoke. Her gaze met his. “Okay.” “I’m serious.” “I heard you. I’m half VampLycan. I’m also an attorney who’s good at retaining information and I’m even decent with equations. That means I’m one-fourth Vampire and one-fourth Lycan.” “Yes.” “Odd. I’ve never wanted to suck someone’s blood or sprouted hair during a full moon. Sometimes I get bitchy.” She forced a smile. “Now I have an excuse.” “I’m really going to turn you over my knee.” “My future lover will beat you with his walker, or maybe flap his rock wings to knock you out if you do. Don’t Gargoyles have those?” “Damn it, you little hellcat.” “Actually, according to you, I’m not feline. Was my grandfather a panther or a lion?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s really going to get complicated if he was. Let me do the genetic arithmetic on that one.” He growled and his hands fisted. “I’m going to catch us something for dinner. You might be more willing to listen if you aren’t hungry. I can hear your stomach rumbling.” Bat was relieved when he left her alone. She stood, hating being barefoot, and tentatively looked around the clearing. There were no signs of his brother or her sister. Dense trees surrounded them and the only sounds she could detect were from nature. She hated the great outdoors. The urge to flee was strong but she had no idea which way to go or how to get back to the crash site. The fire he’d built was the only source of comfort, so she stood close to it, though her temper flared again, resenting that she felt helpless. She would have killed for a satellite phone and a burly security guard who had been a Boy Scout to help in her rescue. “Kraven is certifiable,” she muttered. “Now I have an excuse for why I don’t tan easily. It’s those pesky Vampire genes.” Bat snorted. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. It could be a lot worse. She had to keep reminding herself of that. She wasn’t dead. It wasn’t wintertime. No snow on the ground was a plus. The plane would have been reported as lost sometime the previous night, when it didn’t arrive at the airport. She lifted her head and opened her eyes to look for any sign of helicopters or other planes. Nothing. “Shit.” That Biker Bear guy had seemed saner than Kraven, and wherever her sister was, she could only hope he was taking care of her. Hell, maybe Drantos realized his brother had kidnapped her and was currently looking for them both. She’d just have to endure and be brave. Growling and grabbiness aside, Kraven didn’t really seem dangerous. He had used his big ape body to take most of the lumps when the plane had crashed. She admitted she would have probably gotten more injured if he hadn’t. He might be insane, but he hadn’t hurt her. He clearly loved to make threats but hadn’t carried out any of them. Her stomach growled loudly, the pains from hunger getting bad. His were probably worse since he had lugged her through the woods. A light sound of movement drew her attention. Kraven walked out of the woods with something grotesque. She averted her gaze. “What is that?” “A rabbit. I skinned it already so you didn’t have to watch.” That was considerate at least. Images of cute little bunnies flashed through her mind but as long as the meat was cooked, she’d eat it. Some of the upscale restaurants she’d been to served far worse. He wasn’t offering her bugs or snails. “Can I do anything?” Besides making sure you see a shrink when we’re saved? “Just relax. It won’t take long to cook. We have a lot of ground to cover but not much sunlight left.” “We’re returning to the crash site?” It was the best news he could give her. Maybe he’d had time to rethink his