Janie had been here.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She'd obviously been closer than she'd thought last night. Maybe even close enough to rescue that little girl.
She clenched her fingers around the cross and turned away from the bed. The kid wasn't here now, but neither was the soul sucker or the zombies. And she very much suspected they wouldn't be found at the last remaining farmhouse. Still, she had to check. Then she had to go back and face Ethan.
And she had a feeling it would be easier facing a dozen zombies than telling Ethan they'd missed rescuing his niece by the slenderest of margins.
She shoved the chain in her pocket, then shifted shape and flew back out the window
* * * *
Ethan leaned against the quaint, white picket fence that bordered part of the bakery and watched the traffic roll by. Not that there was much, and not that they rolled by very fast. In fact, most of them slowed down to give him a good long look. Small townsfolk didn't miss much. By later today, he'd no doubt be the subject of much speculation.
If it wasn't for the fact he was officially off the kidnapping case, he would have started asking some questions himself. If the kidnappers were here, then surely someone in this town would have seen something. But the minute he started nosing about, the sheriff would be informed, and Benton would end up hearing about it. Right now, that was the one thing he needed to avoid.
Kat strolled down the street about ten minutes later, wearing a dark red cashmere sweater and a short black skirt that swirled around her thighs. Though she looked good enough to stop traffic, his gaze was drawn to the shadows under her eyes. To the shadows in her eyes.
He caught her hand and drew her in between his legs, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her, enjoying the sweetness of her warm lips but resisting the urge to taste deeper, and asked, "What's wrong?"
She hesitated, her gaze searching his. Something in his gut clenched tight.
"Does your niece wear a necklace?"
The restriction moved up from his gut to his chest. "A cross. Why?" His voice was harsh, flat.
She reached into her pocket. "This cross?"
The sun caught the cross as she pulled it free, sparking fire across the gold surface. He reached for it slowly. He'd given Janie the cross last Christmas. He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the turmoil, fighting the fear. "Where did you find it?"
"At a farmhouse. She's not there, Ethan. I looked."
She reached out as if to comfort him, but he jerked away and pushed her to one side. He took several steps before he could force himself to stop.
"Where is this farmhouse?" He had to see, had to check himself. Had to know if there was a scent to follow.
"You can't go there."
He swung around, fists clenched against fury rising inside. "Like hell I can't."
Her green eyes were full of understanding, full of compassion. It only seemed to fire his anger more, though he couldn't say why.
"The soul sucker killed the farm's owner. Benton will have to be called, as will the sheriff."
"You call them before I get up there, and we may lose her scent."
"There's no scent to follow. It lingers in the bedroom where they kept her, but that's it."
"You don't have a wolf's nose," he retorted. "I may find what you couldn't."
She crossed her arms, as if to contain the anger he could see forming in her eyes. "You haven't a wolf's nose, either, unless you damn well shift shape."
He took a deep breath. It didn't help the anger or vague sense of desperation boiling through his blood. "You have no idea what a wolf is and isn't capable of."
"I know more about werewolves than you probably do, especially since you've spent a major part of your life denying your heritage." She shook her head, then brushed past him. "You want to go look for her, then go. See of you can find her without my help. I'm going back to Gran."
He reached out to stop her, but she slapped his hand away, her strength and speed surprising him. "Don't think last night gave you the right to try to order me around, wolf man. I've got a job to do, and I intend to do it right."
"This is my niece we're talking about," he ground out.