Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
What. The. Fuck. Vampires sharing blood? With a shifter? Sounds like my arrangement with Frangelico. But why would they do that for Jordy?
When I ask, she shakes her head. “I don’t know. But it healed me. The blood made me feel strong again. But later, Augustine told me I’d failed. That I was too weak. He hated me after that.”
“So you tried to forget that night.” Until I made her remember. Yeah, I’m an asshole, but it’s time she knew. I’ve been playing house with a cute little fox for too long. Playtime’s over.
I tug the sketch pad from her hands and rip out the image of my enemy. A quick page through doesn’t reveal anymore telling images. I pause a moment on a sketch of my face, drawn lovingly, scars softened. “Kit—” the word sticks in my mouth. I swallow the endearment down. Gotta stay cool. No heart. No emotion. Nothing but the hunt.
I toss the pad on the bed next to her. “I’m going out. Stay.” I put enough dominance into the order to root her to the spot.
“Grizz—”
“I mean it.” If she leaves and Augustine finds her, he’ll get her to lead him straight to me. The hunter becomes the hunted. Not if I can help it. Once Frangelico and I question Benny, the truth will come out. Frangelico will give me enough blood to take out the one-eyed vampire and company. I just have to focus. That means getting a seductive fox out of my head.
With that thought, I head out of the bedroom without a second glance.
“Grizz,” she cries.
I stop in the doorway but don’t turn. “What?”
“I’m sorry.”
I make an impatient gesture. A sob hits my ears as I walk out, but I harden my heart. Stone cold hunter, hell bent on trapping his prey. I forgot for a moment, but it’s time for us both to learn: there’s no room in my heart for anything but revenge.
Chapter 16
Grizz
My cell rings just as I climb onto my bike. I answer with a grunt.
“Where have you been?” Parker snaps. “I’ve been fielding calls all day from the wolf pack. They want to know when you’re returning to the Fight Club to collect the package you left.”
“On my way right now. Meet me there. I need your car to transport the package.”
Trey is waiting for me by the back door when I roll up.
“You here to collect the leech?”
“Yep.” I resist the urge to lift the dumpster lid and check on Benny. Don’t want him burning to death too soon. “Just waiting on transport.”
Trey offers me a beer while I wait. At my startled expression he shrugs. “You threw a match. Won the pack a ton of money. I think everyone’s pretty much forgiven you. Everyone but Caleb. He wanted to beat your ass.”
“That bear has too much crazy in him. It would’ve been bloody.”
“Who was that redhead, anyway?”
I shake my head. The fewer people know who Jordy is, the better. I know there’s another fox shifter in town—or at least half fox. She’s mated to one of the wolves, but things are too hot to introduce them. Keeping Jordy safe is way more important than building her social life.
“Wouldn’t have guessed there’s anyone in the world you cared about,” Trey muses.
So much for hiding my feelings. Fates, I gotta figure out what to do with Jordy.
“If I needed safe passage for someone out of town, could the wolves provide it?”
His eyes light. “A favor?”
I swallow my pride. “Yeah.”
He stares a moment, then shakes his head. “No favor required. Not if you’re helping someone out of the goodness of your heart.”
A day ago I’d say I was helping Jordy for the benefit of my dick. Now, I’m not so sure.
We wait in silence. The white Camaro appears as the last fingers of daylight loosen their grip on the mountains.
Trey and I load Benny’s still body into the trunk of the Camaro to the soundtrack of Parker’s griping.
“This is a new car! Well, new-ish. We just got it cleaned!”
I slam down the hood, silencing the complaints. “See ya around,” I say to Trey.
“Yeah,” the werewolf rubs the back of his neck, slaps the trunk, and disappears into the Fight Club. If everything goes right, I might not be back here again.
If everything goes wrong, I’ll be dead.
“Grizz? Ya ready or what?” Declan calls.
“Yeah.” I pivot on my boot and point to Laurie. “You take my bike. The rest of you, into the car.” I tromp to the driver’s side and glare at Parker until he scrambles out of the seat.
The club looms in the rearview mirror until I turn out of the parking lot and gun it, ignoring the further protests of the shifter Stooges.
No more nostalgia.
I’ve got vampires to catch, and a murderer to kill.
“Where are we going?” Declan asks.