"Why the hell did you lie!" she yelled. "You didn't know my father."
"Yes, I did."
"Liar," she spat. "You're a killer and a liar."
"At least you got the first part right."
Her eyes widened, horror dawning on her face. "Those throwing stars... in your pockets. You murdered Mary. Didn't you?"
He frowned. "I haven't killed any women."
"So I'm right about the second part, too."
Wrath eyed the cop, who was still down for the count, but gaining ground.
Damn it, he thought. What if Beth didn't have until dawn? What if she took off and he couldn't find her?
He lowered his voice. "You've been really hungry lately, haven't you?"
She jerked back. "What?"
"Hungry, but not gaining any weight. And tired. So very tired. Your eyes have been stinging, too, especially in the daytime, right?" He leaned forward. "You're looking at raw meat and wondering what it tastes like. Your teeth, the upper ones in front, have been sore. Your joints ache, and your skin feels tight. And it's getting tighter."
She blinked, mouth falling open.
Behind her the cop lurched to his feet, wobbled, and did an ass plant back on the ground. Wrath spoke faster.
"You feel like you don't belong, don't you? Like everyone else is moving at a different, slower speed. You think you're abnormal, separate, apart. Restless. You sense that something is coming, something monumental, but you don't know what it is or how to stop it. You lie awake, afraid of your dreams, lost in familiar surroundings." He paused. "You've had little or no sex drive whatsoever, but men find you incredibly attractive. Those orgasms I gave you last night were the first ones you've ever had."
It was all the things he could remember about existing in the human world before his transition.
She stared at him. Dumbfounded.
"If you want to know what the hell's happening to you, you need to come with me now. You're about to get sick, Beth. And I'm the only one who can help you."
She took a step backward. Looked at the cop, who seemed to be considering the merits of lying down.
Wrath held up his hands. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. If I were going to kill you, I could have done it last night in ten different ways, right?"
Her head turned back to him, and he closed his eyes as he sensed her remembering exactly what he had done to her. Her desire was a sweet saturation in his nostrils before the scent was quickly cut off.
"You were going to kill Butch just now."
Actually, he wasn't so sure about that. A good opponent was hard to find.
"I didn't."
"You could have."
"Does it really matter? He's still breathing."
"Only because I came."
Wrath growled, playing the best card he had. "I'll take you to your father's house."
Her eyes popped and then narrowed with suspicion.
She glanced over at the cop again. Now he was back up on his feet, one hand braced against the wall, head hanging as if it were too heavy for his neck.
"My father, huh?" Her voice was dripping with disbelief. And just enough curiosity so that he knew he had her.
"We're out of time here, Beth."
There was a long silence.
The cop lifted his head and looked down the alley.
In another minute or two the guy was going to try to make another arrest. His determination was palpable.
"I'm leaving now," Wrath said. "Come with me."
Her grip tightened on her purse. "Just so we're clear, I do not trust you."
He nodded. "Why would you?"
"And those orgasms weren't my first."
"Then why were you so surprised to be having them?" he said softly.
"Hurry," she muttered, turning away from the officer. "We can get a taxi out on Trade. I didn't ask the one that got me here to wait."
Chapter Sixteen
As she sped down the alley, Beth knew she was gambling with her life. There was a serious chance she was being played. By a killer.
Except how did he know all those things she was feeling?
Before she turned the corner, she looked back at Butch. He was reaching out to her, one hand extended. She couldn't see his face for the shadows, but his desperate yearning crossed the distance between them. She hesitated, losing the rhythm of her steps.
Wrath took her arm. "Beth. Come on."
Heaven help her, she started running again.
The minute they got out to Trade, she hailed a passing cab. Thank God, it stopped on a dime. They jumped in, and Wrath gave out an address a couple blocks over from the one he'd told her on Wallace