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“Is that a rhetorical question?” I hooked my arm through hers and stepped off the curb. “Let’s go find out.”
We braved the cold and trudged across the icy street, only to be met with more of the same.
“The Best Days Inn did not live up to its name.” Talia huddled over the cup of complimentary coffee she’d helped herself to while we waited for another concierge to deny us a room.
“Nope.” I brought my hands to my mouth, exhaled a breath of warm air over them and rubbed them together to keep the blood flowing into my extremities. “They knew we were coming and they’re hell bent on making sure we don’t stay.”
“You think the demon clan is behind this? Victor and Valerie seemed pretty interested in getting to know me. Why go through all the trouble of stalking me at the summit just to shun me after I came all this way?”
Why indeed?Talia’s question was a valid one - and one I didn’t have an answer to. She was right, it didn’t make sense.
The two demon wolves in attendance at the summit sought her out. They were the ones who set us on this path, in search of more information about Talia and the pack she belonged to by birth and by blood.
“I think we better start by tracking down your friends. Come on.” I grabbed out luggage and started the trek back to the airstrip. “Let’s see if our pilot is still here and we can catch a lift back to Deadhorse.”
Someone in Prudhoe Bay went to a lot of trouble to run us off - and they succeeded. At least for the time being. We retreated to Doulton’s dead end and the town of Deadhorse to regroup.
But we would be back. We came for information and we weren’t leaving until we got it.
Chapter Nine
TALIA
The residents of Deadhorse were just as tight lipped as their neighbors in Prudhoe, but at least they were hospitable. We found an available room in a boarding house and bar that had been a part of the town since its founding in the seventies.
The room had a draft, the water was tepid and the bar was dry.
I’d hoped for a hot bath, followed by a hot toddy, but settled for a hot chocolate and a hot blooded alpha on the brink of losing his temper.
“We’ll catch more flies with honey.” I sipped the steaming liquid chocolate and licked the whipped cream mustache from my upper lip.
“This coming from the woman who damn near went over the front desk to get her hands on a concierge,” Galen glanced at his phone and checked the time. “Not even two hours ago.”
“That’s fair.” I chuckled and nudged him with my shoulder, careful not to spill any of the decadent drink in my hands. “Want to order another round?”
“Are you hoping that if we keep ordering four dollar mugs of hot chocolate the woman behind the bar will be compelled to spill her guts and tell us everything she knows about a clan of demon wolves roaming Alaska’s frozen tundra?”
