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He’d never said she wasn’t smart. Just annoying.
“Your point?”
“What’s up with the generators?”
“What do you think?”
Her lips curved. “Trying to avoid a Jäger-Sucher showdown?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
She blinked as if he’d surprised her. He suspected she wasn’t used to thinking of Edward as the enemy. She’d better get used to it. Mandenauer wouldn’t care if she’d been changed against her will, he’d only care that she’d been changed at all.
“Barlowsville is off the grid,” Julian said. “Anything that might alert the Jäger-Suchers to our existence is something we don’t have.”
She frowned. “Explain.”
“If no invoices are generated for services, no mail, no phones—”
“It’s as if you don’t exist,” she said softly.
“Voilà!”
“But—” She bit her lip. “Ella said she’d ordered all her clothes from the Internet.”
“She did.” He swept his hand out to indicate the Inuit settlement. “From here. Had it delivered here, too.”
To power his laptop connection, Cade had done some fancy signal-bouncing, Internet-stealing mumbo-jumbo. According to him, a single bounce was undetectable. But a hundred wouldn’t be.
“No one minds the lack of…amenities?” Alex asked.
Since most of the inhabitants had been born in another age—be it when Viking ships sailed the deep blue sea or the words Vive la Révolution rang free—no one did. Especially since all they had to do was make a short trip here to use anything that they wished.
“We don’t need them.”
“You’ve never had an emergency?”
“What kind of emergency would there be that we couldn’t handle ourselves?”
Injuries healed. He was the law. In the past century nothing had ever happened to necessitate their breaking “radio silence,” and he doubted it ever would.
“Huh,” Alex said. “You wanna tell me why that kid had your eyes?”
Barlow gunned the engine, and the snowmobile tilted over the edge of the swell, then raced down the hill and into Awanitok. Guess he didn’t want to answer her question.
If Barlow were anyone other than who he was—make that what he was—Alex wouldn’t have even had to ask. She’d have known.
Hanky-panky with the Indian maiden. Except werewolves couldn’t make babies. Or so she’d been told.
By Edward. Leader of the Liar’s Club.
“Shit,” Alex muttered. She’d only done Barlow once, but as she’d heard many times before…
Once was all it took.
She wanted to shout at him to Stop this snowmobile! And if he wouldn’t, then dump them into a snowbank and make him face her, talk to her, tell her the truth. Unfortunately, if she did that now she’d be having the conversation in front of a village full of strangers.
Alex decided to pass. She could always beat the truth out of him later.
