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“I was at the bar first,” I tossed back. “Technically, you’re the one who just showed up.”
He hit me with an intense gaze and stepped toward me.
Bauther grabbed him by the shoulder. “Ease up, Madd. We need to get the full story. Even if she’s here to hurt someone, shecouldbe your mate.”
Madd’s jaw clenched.
“I’m not going to hurt anyone, and he threw me in a cell. I’m not hisanything,” I said.
“Like hell you aren’t,” he growled.
Apparently, he hadn’t moved on from the wholemy wolf claimed her bitas much as he wanted to believe he had.
That didn’t bode well for me.
“Do you have any proof that you’re not here to kill him?” Bauther asked me.
“How would I prove myself not to be an assassin?”
“I don’t know.” Bauther glanced at Madd.
Madd glared back.
“Have you checked her phone? We can run through her contacts and see if she knows anyone we do.”
My stomach rumbled, loudly.
Madden snarled.
Bauther stared at him. “Did you just snarl at her stomach for growling?”
He ignored the question and gestured to a chair off to the side of the room, where my thrift-store bag was sitting lifelessly. Poor thing. “Her phone’s in the bag.”
And wait, why was I still attracted to this bastard?
“So, the viable options are that she’s either a vampire stupid enough to come to Wildwood, or a vampire assassin dumb enough to target you.” Bauther asked, glancing at me again. “Which are you, Lovene?”
“Just a stupid, annoying vampire.” It was the obvious answer.
“There has to be magic involved,” Madd said, his voice still low and angry. “My wolf is losing his fucking mind.”
He headed for my bag. As soon as it was in his hands, he gave my phone to Bauther and went through my shit without pause. He studied every tampon, snack, and receipt he found as if they held the answer.
They didn’t.
Madd pulled my wallet out, and I grimaced as he checked out my ID. “Lovene Hansen. Vampire. Unmated.”
“There’s a text on here from a Tori. Do we know who she is?” Bauther asked.
They both looked at me.
“Never met a Tori,” I said.
“What’s the code for your phone?” Bauther asked.
I flipped him the bird in response, even though it would probably be better for me if I played along. I didn’t want Tori dragged into my shitshow.
“She works atCoffee & Toffee & Cake. Let me see if they have a number for a Tori. Zander Villin’s mate owns it, and the bastard owes me a few favors,” Madd said, lifting his phone to his ear and striding to the far corner of the room. His intense gaze lingered on me while he spoke to whoever answered.
