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“He didn’t go to the Berkshires for Christmas. He’s been here at Moon Co all night and…” Vance sighs. “He’s acting erratic. Like he keeps putting her hand lotion all over his face. He’s truly losing it.”
I tunnel my fingers through my hair. Losing Brick is not an option. “Fuck. So he tried calling? Going over there?”
“Yeah. He sent her a giant trophy that said he was sorry, which didn’t make sense to me but whatever. She refused it. She also turned away a van full of roses.”
I roll my eyes. For fuck’s sake. Humans and their methods of courtship are utterly ridiculous. Why couldn’t Brick have picked a wolf? Literally any she-wolf in the world would’ve been better than this. Hell, even a he-wolf would be better–who cares if they can’t reproduce?
“What does Madison want? Actually, it doesn’t matter what she wants. We just need Brick to mark her.”
I hate the idea of him marking and mating a human, but things have gone too far. This may be the only way to save his life now.
“Agreed.” Vance seems to have arrived at a similar conclusion. “We need to get them in the same room to figure this out.”
“Yeah. Okay. I think we should revisit the plan that involves the vampire king.” Thaddeus could mind control Madi into coming to see Brick and submitting to a claiming bite. Once that is complete, the two could work the rest out on their own.
Vance goes quiet, considering.
It’s a good plan. One that would solve everything, especially now that we know Madi isn’t working for the enemy.
Eagle and Sully have our real traitor, Jerry, imprisoned in Sully’s basement right now. We may or may not have worked him over thoroughly with our fists when we put him there, not that pain matters much to a shifter.
“He wouldn’t be able to come until after dark,” Vance says.
“Obviously.”
“That’s nearly eleven hours from now.”
Alarm bells clang in my head. I scrub a hand down my freshly shaven jaw. “You don’t think he’ll make it eleven hours?”
“It’s not looking good.”
“I’ll get the human,” I say.
“How?”
“I don’t know–I’ll knock her out and carry her if I have to.”
“Bad idea,” Vance cautions. “You even touching her could flip the switch in him. We have to think this through carefully.”
“I’ll talk to her roommate.” I am thinking carefully. That ridiculous roommate is key to solving this dilemma.
“Okay, good luck with that. I’ll loop the rest of the guys in on the Thaddeus plan and see if we can get a consensus.”
“Yep.” I end the call and change lanes. My car drives straight to La Résistance like it knows the way. Like I’ve driven here already a hundred times in my mind.
Which of course, I haven’t. Because why would I?
I find a place to park and walk two blocks to get to the cafe. As I pass by, I give the mural on the outside wall a scornful look. This hippie shit is over the top and ridiculous. Then I see the signature.
Aubrey Jane Cook.
Huh. I take another look at the artwork. I hate the subject, but I have to admit she’s talented. Proportions are perfect, the colors pop. Not that I care about things like that.
I push through the door of the cafe and spot the roommate behind the counter. Even with all the scents of food and coffee, I detect her unique scent in the air, and it does something unnerving to my blood.
She sees me, and her brown eyes flash. Her jaw thrusts forward in anger.
Okay. She remembers me.
