All these centuries, he'd been the hunter. Now he was going to be the hunted.
Ravyn returned his phone to his pocket.
"What's up?"
"That was Cael confirming our suspicion. It's the chief and he busted Cael and his wife up, trying to find me."
"What do we do?" she asked, her voice thick with worry.
Ravyn rubbed her arm comfortingly. "We give him what he wants."
She looked aghast as she shrugged his touch off in a huff. "I don't think I'm following this whole line of suicide that you're planning. What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to face him once and for all and end this."
"Whoa," she said, matching his tone with an equal amount of determination. "Wait a minute, Clint Eastwood. This isn't some spaghetti western with bad music playing in the background while you face off at high noon. We're talking about the chief of police. A man who can arrest you. "
"Yeah."
Susan ground her teeth. By his tone of voice she could tell he wasn't listening to her.
So she whistled.
He cringed as if that caused him excruciating pain. "Don't do that. Being both a leopard and a Dark-Hunter, I have doubly sensitive ears."
"Good. I now know how to get your attention. And back to what I was saying. What are you planning to do?"
"Go to his house."
"Oh, yeah. That's a good plan. Want to fight him with a marshmallow gun while we're at it?"
He gave her a pointed glare. "Lay off the sarcasm long enough to think about it. If I don't go to him, he's not going to rest until he finds me. I don't want any more innocent people getting killed while I hide from him. I'm a trained fighter, Susan, with centuries of battle experience backing me. I somehow doubt I have much to worry about."
Uh-huh. Men and their egos . . . "And who was sitting in the cat cage when I found him?"
His features tightened in anger. "They caught me by surprise. This time the surprise will be on him. "
She let out an irritated breath. He was so stubborn. She wanted to choke him, but she could tell that she was fighting a losing battle. He was going to do this no matter what she argued. "Fine then. I'm going with you."
"No, you're not."
"Why not?" she asked, feigning innocence. "Because maybe it's a stupid idea?"
"Susan-"
"Don't Susan me, you're not my father."
"No. I'm your mate."
She cocked her head with attitude. "Not till we do the deed, bud. And we haven't done the deed and if you keep this up, we're not going to do the deed, either, Mr. Limp. So if you go, I go. After all, between the two of us, I'm the one with the biggest ax to grind... upside that man's head. He took from me all I had, and I'll be damned if I don't pay him back."
Ravyn wanted to argue, but he knew the determined gleam in those blue eyes. Besides, she was a damn good fighter. It would be nice to have her by his side even if the thought of losing her was crippling to him. "All right, but I want you to promise me that if something goes wrong, you'll get out of there immediately and come back here for protection."
"You got it. 'Super Susan Becomes Terrified Rabbit. Runs to Ground.' "
"What is that?"
"A cheesy headline. I'm finally getting good at them, too. Leo's going to be impressed."