If she was here, he had to be close by. He had to be.
I scanned every face. Nothing.
By the time I came back to her, Caitlin had already passed, and only the back of her black hair was visible.
One more scan through the crowd confirmed he wasn’t there. He had to be near. No way Caitlin also happened to be in Costa Rica and he wasn’t with her.
Finn.
Oh shit.
Finn.
Finn. Caitlin. Vampire.
Suddenly my time with the mers hadn’t happened, and I was back with Finn in his truck, parked in the driveway.
Fuck.
Thirty-Four
Brett Wright
For somereason, I noticed the bird had hopped onto our table and was scarfing down the remainder of my sandwich. I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed like a bad omen. Just the way it was pecking at the bun with its long sharp beak. I paused as we ran past it, causing Shane to run into me.
“What’s wrong?” Shane grabbed my bicep as he moved up beside me. “Why are we running?”
“The witch following the vampire—I know her.”
He made a face. “You’re friends with a witch?”
“I wouldn’t say we were friends.”
He nodded, satisfied. “I’d hope not.”
I glanced back at the bird, but the waitress had already scared it off and was carrying our trash away.
Knock it off! You’ve got enough supernatural shit around without adding a bunch of superstitious mumbo jumbo to the mix.
Taking off once more, I was instantly yanked backward.
Shane continued to secure my arm in his viselike grip. “What are you doing?”
“I gotta follow her.”
“The witch?”
“Yeah.” I tried to move again. Shane moved in tandem.
His tone was both incredulous and revolted. “Why?”
“Shane! Let go. I’ll explain later. But I can’t lose her.”
His fingers loosened, and I tore off down the street, swerving through the tourists. A few shouted after me, but I didn’t really notice. Caitlin had already disappeared.
If I’d taken the time to actually think through the situation, I probably would have realized that, as small as Montezuma was, there was little to no chance I would actually lose her. That and the fact that if she was here following a vampire, she probably wasn’t going anywhere else anytime soon. More than likely I would have come up with a more rational plan than chasing her down the tiny street. Would have come up with a smart, strategic way to find out why she was here.
Unfortunately, the rational, patient part of Therin didn’t assert itself in my DNA. Whether my rashness was a gift from my demon mother or just one of the pleasant little quirks that made me Brett Wright, I did as always, and rushed forward full force without taking a breath or pausing to examine every minute detail.
