"If she still wants your body, yes."
"And if she just wants me dead, then that works better out here, too," I said.
"It does," he said. He was looking out at the edge of the field. He was checking the perimeter for danger, trying to see the Harlequin hiding in the trees along the edge of the green, summer field.
"I don't sense any wereanimals," I said, "and walking in full daylight is incredibly rare. I've only met three vampires that could do it."
"If they're these ultimate spies, would you be able to sense them?"
"I think so," I said.
He glanced at me, then went back to scanning the area. "That's pretty arrogant."
"Maybe, but I'd still know if there was a preternatural close to us."
He spoke without looking at me, "Please, tell me this isn't the first time you wondered if this was a trap for you."
"I thought they didn't know the gold tigers were in St. Louis. They should have stopped killing the others after they learned that. It's one of the reasons we made it public."
"So either it's a trap to keep you away from St. Louis or Mommie Darkest forgot to rescind her order."
"What do you mean?"
"Would they slaughter the weretigers until she ordered them to stop, even if it made no sense?"
I thought about it. "The ones that are loyal to her are fanatically loyal, so I think they might."
"So either she forgot to tell them to stop, because she's busy doing something else . . ."