“Approach slowly. It’ll open.”
“Oh, yeah?” He drove us closer, and the garage door started sliding upward. “Rich folk…” he said with a shake of his head.
Wiley might like classic cars, but I had a feeling he wasn’t the sort who could afford them. He’d been cleaner than the other men they’d thrown at me in the lab, but I had to assume they’d never brought anyone people would miss. I regretted each and every one of them, my soul stained by killing them, and I would never even know their names.
“Which way?” Wiley asked at the top of the drive.
I used my echolocation to see all the way down to the interstate. “Take a right?”
He made the turn. “What was that noise?”
“You can hear it?” I stared at him curiously in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, it’s like a…scream squeak.”
I huffed a laugh at his description. “Echolocation.”
“Oh, cool. So you’re a bat even when you’re not a bat.”
“One of my many skills,” I said with a smirk.
Wiley blushed and drove onward.
Chapter
Five
SO SAYETH THE KING
What the hell was I doing? Like, seriously, what? I was free of that lab and got the feeling it wasn’t me those cops had been looking for. Sure, yes, I was getting fucked within an inch of my life and loving the hell out of that, but should I really be following—er, driving—an escaped supernatural creature around town? Shouldn’t I be saying thanks and goodbye?
But then I had to wonder if I could even go back to my old life. Aside from the fact that I was probably fired for not locking up at the diner last night or showing up at the bar at all… Yeah, I didn’t have much to go back to if I was fired from both jobs. But I also knew stuff now. I knew what went on inside some crazy lab place and I knew what had been in there. That made me a liability, right?
I couldn’t go home.
So, okay, then I needed to stick with Hamilton and hope he had more to offer than phenomenal sex skills and magical cum. I had to assume he had a life—and expensive one, if I was reading him right—and he knew people who could disappear video evidence. That sounded like folks I’d like to make friends with, too. Maybe I could get a new identity. Maybe a monetarythank you for helping Hamilton escape. Just a little something to help me start over on the other side of the country.
Or, hell, maybe a different country altogether.
“Wiley?”
I startled and looked at Hamilton in the rearview mirror. “Yeah?”
He smirked ever so slightly. “Ask your questions.”
Dragging my gaze back to the road in front of us was tough. He looked good sitting back there like some posh prick with his tie matching my shirt—I hadn’t missed that detail when he’d dressed. Something more than sex was going on with us, but I had no idea what.
And I didn’t want to ruin it by asking what it was.
“So, um, you said to exit at the university, but then what?”
He nodded for a moment, like he was collecting his thoughts. “There’s a branch of governing body that rules over those like me in an office building near the university. They’re called The Coalition.”
“Those like you, like, supernaturals?”
“Essentially, yes. An elected member of each race represents their people to this giant committee that has branches all over the world. We need to get to them so that I can alert them to what’s happening?—”
“At the lab from hell.”
