teleporting, I will be visiting a dentist that specializes in fang removal.”
“I’ve heard he does great work,” Michael chuckled.
To Alcuin’s credit, he didn’t respond. He seemed to have greater control of his emotions than the werewolves. No wonder he found me overwhelming.
I hesitated by the couch then sat down, careful not to touch him. The clock was ticking, and I needed to be ready to travel supernatural style — without vomiting.
“I’m guessing, you’re our ticket to the airport,” I acknowledged grimly.
“You guessed right, do … I mean Chloe.”
“Good save,” I whispered with a smile. I couldn’t help myself. I liked Alcuin. While impressive, he could never measure up to Zane. But I couldn’t help admiring his charming wit, not to mention his lack of emotions had a very calming affect on my more unruly ones.
“I don’t enjoy it when the wolf gets his fur all up in a bunch,” Alcuin hissed, his eyes darting toward the kitchen.
“Heard that,” Zane called from the table.
Alcuin muttered his derisive reply in a foreign language.
It was then I realized we were taking unnecessary travel measures. “Why are we even bothering with an airplane if you can just beam us to Vegas?” I asked.
Alcuin clasped his hands, nodding with visible approval. “I’m glad you noticed. I rather hoped you would; but, with all due respect, you must realize by now that you’re a pretty hot commodity. You’ve got half-breed hybrids or whatever they were, werewolves, and mutants all interested in you. For these reasons, we must give the appearance of normalcy.”
“Normalcy? You’re kidding me,” I scoffed at the idea. I’d never been normal, and considering the direction my life was heading, normalcy was as farfetched as me walking a dog on the moon.
“I guess no one filled you in on last night’s little warning,” Alciun said, sounding annoyed by my lack of knowledge.
Before I registered his movement, Zane was crouched in front of us. “I’ll share the message.”
“Alcuin said a warning,” I reminded, still not used to Zane’s shocking speed.
Ignoring my comment he continued. “We’re not sure whose side Detective Davis and her sidekicks are on, but she came out here last night to either arrest me or talk to me. She ended up telling us about the increasing unease in the larger supernatural community over the unsolved Plum Beach murders. The supe community, supe being our abbreviation for supernatural, is very worried the mutilation and murders might draw unwanted attention, leading to more in-depth investigations.
She was put on the case by another multi-species council. Her job is to ensure the killer is apprehended and stopped. Until last night, she believed I was somehow involved. Someone out there has been pretty persistent about pointing the finger my way.”
“How many types of councils are there? Who gave her the authority?” I asked. It sounded like the so-called supes had a more puzzling government structure than humans. Packs, werewolf and Native American partnerships, and now these other so-called councils, this was too much. Did they have a president?
“Just like your human government has a lot of checks and balances, we end up with councils trying to oversee everybody else. Each species has its own individual council. Then, of course, werewolves have packs, vampires have …”
“We don’t have time for this,” Mack said sounding urgent. “You two can talk government on the plane.”
Zane stopped to glance at his watch and shot into the bedroom. I could hear him sliding hangers to one side of the closet.
Alcuin, remembering my initial question about teleporting to Vegas, finished his just-be-normal speech: “Trust me, Chloe; it looks good for you to do something human, like riding on a plane for the better part of your trip. It’s best that others don’t realize how much you’re hanging out with the likes of me.”
“Fine. Teach me to teleport without hurling.”
Chapter 148
Without Zane’s untiring confidence, the Vegas airport would have been a nightmare.
He navigated through the throngs of tourists with a level of expertise reserved for those who had a certain familiarity with Sin City. His assurance and striking good looks had women stopping to ogle. One middle-aged brunette stumbled over her carry-on as he strode past.
Zane, on the other hand, made sure to point out the number of men gawking at me. I had to admit, my count of admirers was at least equal to his. He wasn’t too pleased.
“Between the two of us, I bet we could convince someone to buy us lunch and cocktails,” I joked. I could imagine how someone like