Oath Sworn - K.N. Banet Page 0,63
I screwed werewolves in their animal forms? It was just a disgusting thought—and a total myth. Even I knew that. No self-respecting were, cat or wolf, would ever do that. The wolves even had a Law against it.
“Oh, gross!” She choked on her own tongue for a minute, probably trying not to gag. I didn’t say anything as she took a large swallow of her drink, shaking her head. “Wow, that’s awful. Someone should talk to him about that. He likes werewolves, but he’s one of those who doesn’t understand what all the fanfare is about. I get it. My dad is one. Has been since I was 3, but that’s no reason to be rude about people who find werewolves impressive.”
“I don’t find werewolves impressive,” I said, smirking. “Maybe because I’m higher on the food chain, but that’s neither here nor there.”
“Are you really?”
“Well, your dad might have a different response, but yeah, I am. It’s long been a point of contention between my kind and theirs.” I smirked. “One I’m not going to bring up when I’m around them, promise. Not here looking for that kind of fight.”
“But you are here looking for a fight.”
I stayed silent this time, letting her follow her own train of thought. I wouldn’t answer her. It was good that they had sent someone to me, which meant I had done what I intended, but I wasn’t going to tell her too much, not anything that she really didn’t need to know.
Like how I’m planning on killing any wolf between me and Carey. Or that Carey is with the wrong wolves. Heath is the first person I’m saying it to. He’s probably already figured it out. I honestly hope he has.
“Let’s finish eating, then get out of here. I really need this meal.” I held up my sandwich, getting a nod in response. I ate faster than her, finishing the first sandwich and bagging the other. I could eat it in a moment. At least something was in my stomach again that wasn’t junk food or coffee, which had been all I had for nearly the last fourty-eight hours.
I held the door open for her and followed her as she pointed to an SUV. “That’s our ride. There’re two werewolves in the car. My dad is driving and I’ll be sitting up front. You’ll be sitting in the back with the other.”
“Okay.” I followed her there, keeping behind her instinctually. I knew the reason, but it made me uncomfortable to acknowledge. If they tried to shoot me, I could grab her as a hostage. It left a bitter taste on my tongue to think I was even considering it. I would never hurt an innocent human girl, but I would hold her until the wolves listened if I had to. Of course, they would probably shoot me for just considering it, so I stepped out, letting the idea go and putting it to rest. I’m not a hostage-taker, damn it. I won’t sink that low.
I waited for her to load in, then went to the back door, keeping my eyes down respectfully. I couldn’t pose a threat to them now, not if they were taking me to the wolf I needed to see.
“You were prettier in the pictures, Jacky. Less…battered.” His voice was like a smooth brandy, somewhat chilled, and very secure, brimming with an arrogant element of confidence. I looked up to see the wolf next to me and found myself looking into the grey-blue eyes I already knew well.
Heath Everson was right next to me, and he didn’t look pleased to see me.
“Where’s my daughter?” he demanded.
14
Chapter Fourteen
I sat stunned for a moment. There were a couple of problems that kept me from getting my brain to function properly.
One, I wasn’t used to the power that filled the air around me. This wolf was powerful. It was in his scent. It was in his posture, leaning back half against the seat and half on the far door, with one arm stretched out over the back, which he could use to grab the back of my neck if I wasn’t careful. He’d positioned himself carefully, with his long legs stretched out into my leg space, an obvious play that I had no personal space he cared to respect.
Two, he was disarmingly good-looking. He hadn’t seemed like that in the pictures I had seen of him, quietly sitting in the back. His smiles in those had been soft. The one I was confronted