Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,113
can figure out how.” I hear the anger in his voice and I sit back in shock.
For someone to get through the glamour and onto their lands, as well as block any sort of fae magic to trace them—they are powerful indeed. This is so much bigger than I could have imagined and that means Dawn has a bigger target on her back.
Standing in a rush I growl, “I must get back. My mate is in danger if what you say is true.”
Bayard stands as well. “Please, old friend. One minute of your time then we will take you back to your mate.”
My heart is torn in two directions, but I know Dawn has Griffin and I should still be able to make it back before the meeting, so I reluctantly sit. Wishing more than anything that she was by my side again.
“Tell us what you know, and we will do the same,” Bayard implores, and I throw a look at the sun in the window. I still have time.
I woke up late morning, with the sun already streaming through the window and the bed empty apart from me. When I reach over and feel it’s cold, I sigh, knowing Nos left hours ago. I wish he had woken me. Rolling over, I groan at the sore feeling of my whole body. I might be supernatural but it seems even monsters have their limits.
Forcing myself from the bed, I grab some clothes and slink downstairs, and into the bathroom before Griffin spots me. I’m way too tired and sore to be dealing with his dirty looks and remarks. Switching on the tub, I decide to relax and have a bath before the meeting later today. I’m going to need to switch skins as well, which will be tiring, so I’m going to rest for as long as I can and hope I can stay in that skin longer.
There is no bubble bath or anything, so once the tub is full I flick off the tap and sink into the warm water, sighing as it hits my tight muscles. Laying back, I sink in up to my chin and close my eyes.
I float for a while, letting out the cold water and refilling it with warm before the door bursts open. Without opening my eyes, I grin. “Well, good morning to you to Griffin, please do come in,” I joke.
The door shuts and I hear moving about. “It’s more like afternoon,” he grumbles, before sitting on the side of the tub. Cracking open my eyes to look at him, I grin when I find his gaze locked on my body.
“Perv,” I tease, before closing my eyes again.
He doesn’t speak but I feel his fingers graze my thigh in the water, and I open my eyes to see his focused on me. “Don’t forget about the meeting,” he mutters, glaring at his hand that touched me like it betrayed him.
“I’ll be ready, do we have a girl?” I ask.
He nods, looking away. “A human, I spoke to a sheep I trust. He’s lending us one of his hookers for the night.”
A mix between a snort and a laugh escapes me. “Hookers?” I parrot, and he throws me a scowl.
“Whatever the fuck you call them,” he growls.
“Sex workers,” I supply helpfully.
“Fine, sex workers. We will pick her up on the way.” He stands up and storms out, making me sigh and sink back into the water.
Every time I think we make progress, he throws another wall up, one step forward and two steps back.
I left the pilots to deal with the human authorities and got in the car that Mike sent. Luckily it came with a driver, because I wouldn’t have the fucking first idea how to drive.
Ignoring me completely, which I am happy with, he sits in the front of the black car and I sit in the back. Keeping my eyes moving, I check our surroundings as we drive. There have been too many attacks in such a short space of time, surely the witches will need to regroup soon, and that is my opportunity to disappear.
They clearly have a tracer already on me, not much I can do about that now, but they should be dying any minute now which will break the tracer. If the demon does his job.
“Phone for you, sir.” The man in the front passes it back and I grab it with a nod.