of lockup would occur to me. Weres needed sunshine, fresh air and freedom, and I hated that he'd be spending another night underground. Plus, I missed him.
The knot in my stomach that had tormented me since he was collared started aching like an open wound. I pushed away the nagging fear that the soul connection between us was gone for good and focused on Demons and Dimensions — normally a subject that I'd find fascinating. After a while, my worries receded and I found myself engrossed in the research material that some practitioner from the nineteenth century had collected. By the middle of the book, I started seeing the mysterious Were pandemic from a new and appalling viewpoint, one that made a cold sweat break out across the back of my neck.
A couple of hours later, Miller was snoring away with his book open on his lap, and my stomach had given up growling and moved on to roaring as it protested the unfairness of missing meals for the sake of knowledge. My neck was stiff and theories about what might be happening to Bone Clan clambered around in my head like hamsters on a coffee binge.
When a knock came at the door, I jumped. "Addison," Noah whispered from the other side. "Addison?"
Pushing out of the chair, I stretched and went to open the door. Noah stood in the hall. "What's happened now?"
He tossed his thick bangs off of his forehead with a quick, agitated jerk of his head, his yellow wolf eyes glowing with determination. "You've been summoned."
"By...?"
"Rosalind."
"Then who cares?" I went back to the living room and started opening end table and coffee table drawers, hoping to find some paper and something to write with.
He stepped up to the doorway. "You have to go."
"She's not the Captain of me." Bingo. I took out the pack of tasteful Thank You notes and pulled an envelope free. Digging around a little more, I came up with a pencil.
"She heard about Deg's challenge."
"Then she finally has something to smile about." I scribbled down a note for Miller on the envelope and laid it on his chest. He gave a snort and rolled his head to a more comfortable position, but other than that, he was down for the count.
"I'm more interested in food." I strode to the door then came to a surprised stop when Noah didn't get out of my way.
"Rosalind has the authority to make Deg accept a public apology as restitution," he said, worry lines pinching down on the bridge of his nose. "It's an option you should take."
I released a long breath. Politics...the bane of every society ever created. "Fine. But only because I don't have time to waste on overblown Were sensitivities."
Because if what I'd just figured out was right, we had a much bigger problem than a plague to worry about.
CHAPTER FOUR
About ten minutes later, we walked into the library. Dr. Barrett was nowhere to be seen, but Rosalind sat at one of the tables off to the side. She had her feet up on the polished surface, crossed at the ankles, a nice shiny knife with a black handle next to them. She was wearing neon purple sneakers, which surprised me. Flashy footwear didn't exactly say hard ass warrior chick to me, but what did I know?
I stopped at the first row of bookshelves and took down the thickest volume I could find before approaching her. Noah stayed back, doing his best to pretend he wasn't there, but if he was, he wasn't interested in whatever Rosalind and I had to say to each other. I stopped about fifteen feet from the table, plenty of room to duck if she charged me, or stop her knife with the book if she decided that was more to her liking.
She gave me an unfriendly smile and idly spun the knife on the table. "I heard you accepted a challenge from Deg." She spun the knife again. "Didn't you know that you're supposed to drop your gaze and grovel when one of your superiors looks you in the eye?"
Ah, if only I had my gun. "I hear words coming out of your mouth, but I have no idea what you're talking about."
Rosalind gave
The knot in my stomach that had tormented me since he was collared started aching like an open wound. I pushed away the nagging fear that the soul connection between us was gone for good and focused on Demons and Dimensions — normally a subject that I'd find fascinating. After a while, my worries receded and I found myself engrossed in the research material that some practitioner from the nineteenth century had collected. By the middle of the book, I started seeing the mysterious Were pandemic from a new and appalling viewpoint, one that made a cold sweat break out across the back of my neck.
A couple of hours later, Miller was snoring away with his book open on his lap, and my stomach had given up growling and moved on to roaring as it protested the unfairness of missing meals for the sake of knowledge. My neck was stiff and theories about what might be happening to Bone Clan clambered around in my head like hamsters on a coffee binge.
When a knock came at the door, I jumped. "Addison," Noah whispered from the other side. "Addison?"
Pushing out of the chair, I stretched and went to open the door. Noah stood in the hall. "What's happened now?"
He tossed his thick bangs off of his forehead with a quick, agitated jerk of his head, his yellow wolf eyes glowing with determination. "You've been summoned."
"By...?"
"Rosalind."
"Then who cares?" I went back to the living room and started opening end table and coffee table drawers, hoping to find some paper and something to write with.
He stepped up to the doorway. "You have to go."
"She's not the Captain of me." Bingo. I took out the pack of tasteful Thank You notes and pulled an envelope free. Digging around a little more, I came up with a pencil.
"She heard about Deg's challenge."
"Then she finally has something to smile about." I scribbled down a note for Miller on the envelope and laid it on his chest. He gave a snort and rolled his head to a more comfortable position, but other than that, he was down for the count.
"I'm more interested in food." I strode to the door then came to a surprised stop when Noah didn't get out of my way.
"Rosalind has the authority to make Deg accept a public apology as restitution," he said, worry lines pinching down on the bridge of his nose. "It's an option you should take."
I released a long breath. Politics...the bane of every society ever created. "Fine. But only because I don't have time to waste on overblown Were sensitivities."
Because if what I'd just figured out was right, we had a much bigger problem than a plague to worry about.
CHAPTER FOUR
About ten minutes later, we walked into the library. Dr. Barrett was nowhere to be seen, but Rosalind sat at one of the tables off to the side. She had her feet up on the polished surface, crossed at the ankles, a nice shiny knife with a black handle next to them. She was wearing neon purple sneakers, which surprised me. Flashy footwear didn't exactly say hard ass warrior chick to me, but what did I know?
I stopped at the first row of bookshelves and took down the thickest volume I could find before approaching her. Noah stayed back, doing his best to pretend he wasn't there, but if he was, he wasn't interested in whatever Rosalind and I had to say to each other. I stopped about fifteen feet from the table, plenty of room to duck if she charged me, or stop her knife with the book if she decided that was more to her liking.
She gave me an unfriendly smile and idly spun the knife on the table. "I heard you accepted a challenge from Deg." She spun the knife again. "Didn't you know that you're supposed to drop your gaze and grovel when one of your superiors looks you in the eye?"
Ah, if only I had my gun. "I hear words coming out of your mouth, but I have no idea what you're talking about."
Rosalind gave
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