Riley’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah? Does your friend turn into a massive eagle that can carry more than his weight? A handsome devil with wings named Talon?”
Antonia sighed. “I guess you do know him.”
“Wait. ‘Handsome devil?’” Kraft growled. “That dickhead was barely passable. And blond. Gross.”
Riley snarled. “He knew. That bastard knew what I was after and still sent me on a wild goose chase. I’m going to pluck out his feathers one by one and shove them into his beak until he chokes.”
Kraft beamed. “Can I watch?”
“You can help.”
Oh fuck. I think I’m falling in love.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Kraft kept shootingher smoldering glances, and damn, but he was making it difficult to keep her hormones in check.
Fortunately, the hour had grown too late to chase after Talon with Kraft in tow.
“Wait for me. I mean it,” he ordered.
She, Kraft, Max, and Paz sat in Max’s car while Ivan remained in Noblewood to play distraction man to cover for them with the pack. Max and Riley planned to track Talon down. They had a lot they wanted to say to him. Instead of waiting for her uncle to give them permission to go after the shapeshifter, they just left with plans to return victorious. Max had a feeling that if they’d waited, the other packs might have gotten wind of what they planned and interfered.
Antonia promised to keep quiet about what they’d discussed, keeping a good distance from Riley. Riley didn’t like the way the witch-wolf had been looking at her cousin though. As if she regretted what she’d done and wanted to make it right.
Ha. Too late, bitch.
“Why did you keep calling Antonia witch-wolf?” Max asked.
“Really? You don’t know? You were the one dating her.”
“I wasn’t dating her,” he snapped back. “I was being polite and trying to make peace for our pack’s sake.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“You’re really getting on my nerves.”
“So are you,” she yelled.
Paz scooted closer to Kraft in the backseat and tried to bury his head under his paws.
The demon sent to her and Kraft,Way too loud for sensitive ears. Be useful. Put your hand over my head, nachzehrer.
“Sorry, Paz, but my cousin is being a huge dick.”
“How’s that?” Max asked icily.
“You didn’t even know who you were talking to for weeks on end. I tried to tell you, but you refused to hear me out.”
“By Remus’s Dick, really?”
“Remus’s dick?” Kraft gave a low chuckle.
Riley would have laughed with him over the common—and coarse—lycan expression, but Max had her too mad. “Really. Max, she’s the daughter of a witch and a lycan. Julian is not her father.”
“That’s a rumor.”
“It’s fact. Look at her. She looks like her mother, yes, but her scent and her magic are a lot stronger than any Wildridge should be.And,” Riley emphasized, “she didn’t ask me what a witch-wolf was. She knows who she is. She knew about the Darkness, moron.”
