"Mary Jo--" "Inconvenient," I murmured.
"Not being able to lie to another werewolf." If Mary Jo hadn't stepped in front of me, he'd have hit me.
She took the hit for me and it knocked her into the center island.
The granite top broke loose under the impact and slid--Jesse caught the granite slab before it overbalanced and fell on the floor, shoving it back on its base.
If he'd hit me that hard, I wouldn't have gotten up the way Mary Jo did--and she was holding her ribs.
Auriele stepped in front of Henry when he would have gone to her.
Her lips peeled back."?Hijo de perra!" she said, her voice alive with anger.
Henry flushed, so the insult hit home.
Calling someone a son of a dog is a good insult among werewolves.
"Hijo de Chihuahua," said Mary Jo.
Auriele shook her head.
"Darryl kept saying that it couldn't be Paul behind the unrest we've been having for the last couple of years.
No one would listen to Paul.
We knew he was right, but no one else fit.
I would have suspected Peter before I suspected you." Peter was the lone submissive wolf in the pack.
It was inconceivable that a submissive wolf would play power games.
If Auriele was right, this had started long before the disastrous bowling-alley incident.
"How long have you known that Mary Jo would have dropped you like a hot potato for Adam?" I asked.
He snarled something rude.
"You have no common sense whatsoever," said Auriele.
I assume she was talking to me, so I answered her.
"He's not going to do anything with you between us," I told her.
"He's smart enough to be afraid of you." "Since I was killed for certain," said Mary Jo, answering the question I'd asked Henry.
"Isn't that right? The first time I regained consciousness.
You kissed my forehead, and I called you by Adam's name.
But it sounds like you had a pretty good idea about it even earlier." "Get out of here," said Darryl, his voice low with anger.
"Get out of this house, Henry.
When you come back to see this fight, you come in from the outside door.
And you'd better hope Adam wins this fight, or I'll wipe the ground with you so hard they won't need a box to bury you in.
All they'll need is a mop." Henry flushed, went white, then flushed again.