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I rushed to sit up, clamping down hard on the throbbing bursts still racking my hip. I managed to get both feet under me and lurched upright, sticking my arms out for balance. I swayed, but didn’t fall over. So far so good.
The nearest door was on the other side of the guy in the chair. I wondered if I could inch around him and get away. That would have meant limping, which would have showed weakness. Wolf wanted to stand her ground and challenge him. I agreed with her this time.
“Are you okay?” he said.
I almost collapsed with relief, because he sounded so friendly, so concerned, so genuine. But Wolf held me steady. I stared at him, waiting, wondering if my leg would hold me if I had to run, if I had to attack him.
“Do you want to come over and sit down?” he said, gesturing back to the oasis of light. A second chair sat near the card table next to him. He was slender and had a controlled poise—he seemed relaxed, but his muscles were ready to move. I couldn’t smell any kind of emotion off him. Just maleness—jeans and black T-shirt a couple of days old, a meal with ginger and soy sauce lingering. He had a shock of black hair, an easy smile. He carried what looked like a bag over his shoulder, the strap lying across his chest. It reminded me of Grace’s bag.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“You don’t look okay,” the guy said. “You’re covered in blood.”
“It isn’t mine.”
“I’m sorry if that doesn’t make me feel any better.” He said it lightly, almost laughing. He didn’t so
und worried, which made me nervous.
“Can you do me a favor and not call the cops?” Although I maybe should have called an ambulance. My leg was feeling better, I was sure it was. I could convince myself of that. But I didn’t want to have to explain the blood to anyone in a uniform.
“I wasn’t going to.”
I still had the feeling the guy was laughing at me. “And why are you avoiding the police, then?”
He grinned. “You really want to ask that kind of question?”
Falling from a supernatural underworld into a criminal underworld seemed like an improvement, considering.
“Where is this?” I said. “Where am I?”
“You’re safe,” he said. “Trust me.”
“I don’t even know you.” My voice came out rough, growly.
“I’m just trying to help. You’re the one who fell into my monster trap.”
“Wait, monster trap?”
“Yeah. You never know what’s going to come crawling through some of these doors.”
He said this with a complete lack of irony and humor. As if he expected monsters to invade as a matter of course, and was only mildly surprised to find a bedraggled blond woman in the pit instead. Or rather, in addition.
“Does that sort of thing happen a lot? Monsters crawling through the door, I mean,” I said cautiously, testing to see if he was serious or speaking metaphorically. Metaphorical monsters, sure.
“Not too often. Not anything I can’t handle, at least. But you’re not a monster, right?”
I stared. How to answer that question? I should have brushed him off. Unfortunately, I wasn’t thinking too straight. I blurted, “I’m a werewolf.”
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Really?”
Was this guy on something? Whatever it was, could I have some? “Yeah.”
“Then see, the trap works! You look like you’re about to fall over—why don’t you come over and sit down? I was about to make some soup—are you hungry?”
On the contrary, I still felt like I was on the verge of being sick.
“You might feel better if you had a little soup. Sit down and catch your breath,” he said. “You can hang out here for as long as you want. I’m not going to hurt you.”
