This past fourteen hours had been the most normal ones of Lyric’s entire existence.
And for some reason, all the while, Vic felt even more important.
No wonder he hadn’t cared when she’d apologized for what happened to their old homes.
If she had a Pack like this, she wouldn’t look back either.
Good people had found good people, and she began to think that Aro had done exactly what he had been designed to do—he’d broken them into something better.
Chapter Eight
The black Challenger had been sitting there for the last hour, right across the street from the commercial building they were working on.
Vic wouldn’t have paid any attention to it, except he’d never seen a Challenger around this town ever, and the windows were tinted dark. Whoever was driving it hadn’t gotten out.
The huge front picture windows of the store front were the perfect look-through to see the car. Vic’s hackles had been raised since it had shown up.
“Nice car, right?” Donny said.
Vic narrowed his eyes at it and went back to work lining up a huge piece of sheet rock.
“Did you hear me?” Donny asked. “I said nice car. Right?”
Vic slammed nails into the sheet rock with the nail gun in quick succession, then set the gun down and made his way to the door. He didn’t even bother to take his tool belt off as he jogged across the street.
The window rolled down as he approached, and sure enough, it was Fuck Boy Cian. “I’m just here to talk.” His face was still showing red marks from the fight last night.
“What the fuck do you want? Round two? I’m ready.”
Cian frowned and looked around. “There are human witnesses.”
“Say what you want,” Vic barked. “I’m at work. I don’t have time for your games.”
Cian’s expression darkened. “We need her back.”
“Tough shit. Request denied. Anything else?”
“I’m serious. The Elders have groomed her—”
Vic winced. “Try a better word.”
Cian’s sigh turned to a growl. “The Elders havetrainedher from a very young age to be their Turner. That’s what she’s called. That is her job with our people. Lyric is the Turner. She is the only one.”
“I guess they won’t be able to Turn humans without their consent anymore.”
“We had their consent. She Turns people who know they will be Turned. Do you know what the percentage rate of dying is when Turned?”
“Fifty-three percent,” Vic recited. Every werewolf worth his skin knew that stat.
“Guess what the percent is when Lyric Turns one?”
He inhaled deeply and slid his glance to a car that was headed his way. He stepped closer to Cian’s car so they could pass. “Did anyone ever ask her what she wanted to do?”
Cian pursed his lips.
“That’s a no. If you ever cared for her, you wouldn’t show up here asking me to persuade her to go back to something she clearly doesn’t enjoy doing.” He twitched his head down the street. “Piss off before I kill you.” Vic turned to leave.
“Vicious Hunter Wake.” Cian uttered his full name way too easily.
