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“I guess. I don’t know what he’s thinking or doing. Maybe he’s hoping one of the many monsters attracted to the area will take him out.”
“What a waste.” Daphne clucked her tongue.
“Agreed, which is why it might be good for him to get out of town. Get a new perspective. Get out of his own headspace.”
“You stated he can drive?”
“Yes. We’ve got his truck still parked at SMU headquarters.”
“Very well. I shall inform him that he will be my driver.”
“And if he says no?” Nelly prodded biting her lip.
“I have ways of making him change his mind.”
If he was smart, he’d give in before she started severing his fingers.
Chapter 5
Baptiste couldn’t stop thinking about Daphne. What a strange—and violent—woman. Er, dryad. Whatever. She definitely left an impression.
She’s awesome.
“Wasn’t talking to you,” Baptiste grumbled.
You never talk to me anymore. Now it’s all wah, wah, wah, woe is me. Might as well just let me take over permanently. At least I know how to have fun.
“Your idea of fun will get you shot with silver bullets one day,” he muttered.
Only if I’m slow.
“Speaking of shifting, the full moon is coming soon. If you’re going to hunt, stick to the quarry area. No woods. You know the Pack sometimes runs there.”
Spoilsport. I’m all that is left of the wolf god. The Pack wants me to rule them.
“Because they’ve never talked to the real you.”
No time to chat when we’re howling and chasing prey. You should try it, even if you’re slow on your two legs.
“You know I don’t eat meat.”
Explains a lot about your weak nature. Rabbits only eat vegetables too. Ask me how that’s working for them.
“Stop trying to convert me.” He’d long eschewed eating anything with a face. Garou only had himself to blame. When Baptiste had woken up one day when he was a teen, staring into the dead eyes of a young doe, he’d sworn off meat.
Look sharp. We have company.
What?
Perched on a rock by the quarry-turned-lake, Baptiste almost toppled as he whirled too quick. Danger stalked in the shape of a curvy, hip swinging Daphne. She’d gotten dressed in killer gear since they last met, replete with daggers strapped to her side. Silver-plated daggers, he noted.
“How did you find me?” he barked. He’d been careful about hiding his tracks.
“The Mother guided my steps.”
“Come to kill me?” he asked, leaping to the ground. “Can we make it quick? The Garou is being a real tick in my ass.”
Not my fault someone hasn’t been taking our monthly dose of Advantix.
