The swan blinked in confusion. “Stupid bitch.”
“Mmm. Yes, you’ve called me that already. Not the sharpest tool in the drawer, are you?”
A cruel ugliness crept into the swan’s eyes.
Seconds later, I was in a fight for my life.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
MOIRA
Irarely used my vampiric abilities to their full extent. Today, the speed at which I flew across the ground felt like stretching a sore, unused muscle. The swan was fast, but it was a fucking bird.
I was a predator.
We both knew who’d win this fight.
Within minutes, I had the swan’s scent. Moments after that, I had him in my sightline. I leapt to a treetop and followed, quiet as a cat. If we could find out where he was taking the baby, we could wipe out the rest of the swans once and for all.
They’d be fools if they brought out all their numbers against Evie today.
The swan stumbled out to a small, gravel road where a nondescript silver sedan sat. I leapt to the ground and ran over, but as soon as I came out of the trees, I ducked behind another to keep from being spotted by a male I did not expect to find here.
The swan was having an impatient conversation with a tall, lean man with midnight-colored eyes.
“Man, I don’t have time. I need to go.”
“Oh, sorry man, sorry. I’m just lost, you know.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and affected a good ol’ boy air. “New to thecity, and I gotta check in with the local Lord. You know about him? That Rowan guy? Heard he’s kind of a stuck up asshole.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.
“He’s kinda busy right now,” the swan said. “You might want to wait a little while.”
“Oh yeah?” the man said. “Is he having a party? It’s been a while since I’ve had a hot meal. Wonder if he’ll allow me in?”
The swan snorted. “Sure, man. Yeah. Go on up. I’m sure he’d be happy to host you.”
“Really?” His face brightened. “Say, that’s an adorable baby.” He reached over to pull the blanket down, but the swan jerked Misty away.
“Back off, dude. I told you, I don’t have time. The Keep’s just up the road.”
“Can’t you give me a ride or something?”
The swan snorted and turned his back.
Ethan turned his head in my direction, winked, and rolled his eyes. He raised his hand and slammed the swan’s face into the side of the car door, deftly grabbing the baby as the swan slumped to the ground.
“Fucking idiot,” Ethan said with disgust.
I came out from the trees.
“This belongs to you, I take it?”
Ethan looked far too comfortable and far too hot holding a baby. My ovaries caught fire at the way he tenderly supported the baby’s head.
One of his eyebrows rose. A soft chuckle rumbled his chest. “Moira, I keep telling you to lock that down.”
