"I know you’re in there," a woman called unexpectedly. "I’m not going away until you answer."
I frowned at the door, the voice familiar. Where had I heard it before?
It took only a second for the memory to come back again. The woman from the station, the one I thought I’d seen at the bar. Pelt—first name still unknown.
What was she doing here? And why?
I lifted my eyebrows at Connor. He shook his head. He had no idea either.
Not good.
"I can stay here all night."
I leaned one knee against the couch, moving the curtain so I could see the landing of my staircase.
Sure enough, it was Pelt.
"What the hell is she doing here?" I muttered.
Connor peered over my shoulder. "This is an interesting turn of events."
I straightened. "You mean suspicious.”
Connor twitched a shoulder. “That too.”
“I thought Thomas already compelled the people you’d missed to forget about me?” That was certainly what he’d said when he’d confronted us in my apartment. Even made it a point to comment on how Connor had missed two people.
“That was my understanding as well,” Connor said slowly.
“Then why is she here?”
He shrugged. “Maybe Thomas missed her.”
Not likely. Our sire didn’t make mistakes like that. The first thing he would have done after taking care of those in the station would be to track down the witness.
I bent to stash my gun under a pillow before heading for the door.
"You're going to open it?" he asked with surprise.
"There's a very dangerous spook running around who just made two enforcers disappear. I can't leave her out there with him."
She was human. She wouldn’t survive the type of games the Fae played. Sometimes, being honorable was a really big pain in the ass.
Not to mention if she'd told anyone where she was going and then disappeared immediately after, I'd be the first suspect the cops looked at.
That was the last thing I needed. I was pretty confident I could bluff one cop, but a dozen? Unlikely. Thomas would have to get involved then, and there was no guarantee he would leave everyone breathing at the end.
I paused, checking the peep hole one last time, not really surprised to find she was still the woman I’d met at the station. The few steps it had taken to reach the door hadn’t magically changed her identity.
I dropped into my magic sight, looking for any indication this was a glamor. Nothing.
I yanked open the door when she was in mid knock, nearly getting a fist to the face for my troubles.
Pelt glared at me as if nearly getting punched was my fault.
"Do you know what time it is?" I demanded.
I didn't wait for her response, looking past her to search for a sign Don was still out there. All I saw were streetlamps and shadows, along with a car I recognized. It was the same make and model as the car that had been sitting outside the Gargoyle the other night. The one Liam said he’d have someone look into.
