“Just gotta find their island first.” Her low mutter was heard by everyone in the room, even though I didn’t think she meant it to be. Rose and Phillip looked at each other like they both had the same epiphany.
“You were on an island?” Rose asked in a rushed tone.
“Yeah. I escaped before they could kill me and hid on a boat that brought me back to the city.” She snatched the clothes out of my hand as soon as she saw me with them and stomped off to my bedroom to change.
“Emanuel had her. They probably did some experiments on her.” Rose was rambling on, and I hadn’t a clue what they were talking about.
“I’ve got to start opening up the bar soon. Lemons aren’t going to cut themselves,” I told the two sitting who were having a conversation without me involved.
“Right, we’ll get out of your hair. Give Echo this. Thanks for today, man.” Phillip looked a little frazzled as he ushered his sister out of the apartment.
“It was nice meeting you,” Rose called out as he all but pushed her out the door and closed it behind him. I looked down at the card he’d left on the coffee table. It simply said,Phillip Griffin, with a local number printed underneath. Ah, so I’d met the infamous Mr. Griffin, king of the city.
“I’ll bring your stuff back after I’ve gotten home,” Echo said, strolling out of the bedroom and looked around, her face slightly contorted in confusion from the lack of our guests.
“They left?” she asked, and I nodded, reaching for the card to give her while she snatched quickly.
“Here’s his number. I think they know more about the people who took you. Might wanna give them a call.” Our time together was coming to an end, and I could feel she was anxious to hunt for her kidnappers. She looked around, and then her sight settled on my face. There wasn’t anything here for her to grab; I’d found her with nothing but her fur, and even that was gone now.
“Thanks for saving me, and for changing me back. However you did it.” Her chin lifted, and she stood taller. This woman was a complex creature.
“You’re welcome, Snow.” I winked at her and watched the fire in her eyes burn brighter.
“Right. Well, I’ll bring back your stuff, and if you ever need a good detective, I owe you a favor for saving me.” She walked over and held her hand out for a shake. I looked down at her hand and back up to her face. I was the troublemaker of the coven, and I had a feeling my story with this woman was only beginning. My fingers wrapped around hers in a gentle shake before gripping tighter and pulling her body closer to mine.
My lips pressed against hers, and that’s when it happened: the little shock that reverberated down my body then came back up to tingle against her mouth.
Her energy fed mine and held me captive. Even in the few seconds our lips were touching, I knew this was something different.
Something wild and untamed.
