“That’s right. The death of her and her womb if I don’t get my answers.”
Duncan grew deadly still.
Macy stared beyond Kraft. “Seriously, I promise. Bloode swear, pinky swear. Whatever. I’ll explain everything after we deal with the ghouls.” She said to Duncan, “Duncan, please. He’s got poison on the end of that stick. Rathenow ghoul toxin.”
“Rathenow?” Duncan paused and raised a brow at Kraft.
Kraft gave a subtle shrug, and Duncan turned, likely so his mate wouldn’t see him smile. “You swore, Bloode Witch. This is no simple thing you have agreed to do.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I know how close you two are.”
Duncan coughed, but Kraft heard the snicker he didn’t quite hide.
Pulling back the stick, he tossed it to the ground.
Macy rubbed her throat. “Should you leave something like that around for anyone to find it?”
Duncan picked it up.
“Duncan, no.” Macy rushed him, but he held her back. “It’s toxic! Who knows what it will do to you.”
“What? This broken number two pencil?”
“But...” She studied it then scowled at Kraft. “What about the ghoul toxin?”
“From Rathenow? A lovely little town in the district of Havelland? Really, what mischief in your brain.” Kraft huffed. Then he shifted into his wolf to get away from the angry witch.
Duncan tried to placate her while Kraft tore into the ghouls, warning them to go back where they’d come from, far away. But a few didn’t want to listen. While he convinced them to leave, he let Duncan tend to his snippy mate.
No longer in a foul mood since he’d finally gotten what he wanted, Kraft chased ghouls for fun until it was time to leave. Running up the sides of the walls, he bounded much farther than any normal nachzehrer might move in wolf form and awaited the pair at the top of the cave.
When they returned to vehicle he’d demolished, he realized he might actually deserve the angry looks turned his way and gave a sorry yip.
Macy glared. “Don’t talk to me.”
He cocked his head and gave her the puppy dog eyes domestic canines had mastered. Ha, there. A subtle softening in her expression.
Until her mate snorted.
“And you, stop laughing,” she snapped at Duncan.
“I’ll make him pay for scaring you, luv, I swear.”
“You’d better.” She gave Kraft the evil eye. “Because if you don’t, I will.”
That gave Kraft pause. She was, after all, their Bloode Witch. None of them had any idea of what she might be capable.
But none of that mattered, because in just a few hours, they’d be on their way to saving Orion from some horrible fate.
He could feel it.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Kaia woke up to the smell of chicken and waffles downstairs.
The time had passed eight in the evening, and she yawned as she dragged her feet to the bathroom and showered. After dressing, she made her way downstairs and sighed inwardly at her man.
I have a man. Well, a vampire, but he’s male, so that counts.She smiled at him.
