Logan had been watching me ever since I stood. Now he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black beanie. “I don’t want to make a habit of telling you no … so, tie up your hair and you can come help us walk theperimeter.”
I raised one eyebrow, taking the beanie and leaning into his ear, my right breast pressing against his arm. “It’s cute that you think I take orders from you,” I whispered, and then straightened, following Dominic off thebus.
Isaac nodded as I passed, tying my red hair up into the beanie. The druids were on a redheaded hunt. I didn’t want to advertise mymane.
“I’ll keep the car warm I guess,” Isaacoffered.
When I was about to step down onto the curb, Logan’s hand snaked out and grabbed my belly, pressing me into him, his mouth on my ear. Warmth pulsed from his hand into my gut, nearly making memoan.
‘I can smell your heat coming again. We need to talk about what to do when it does,’he told me, and then let mego.
I nearly stumbled onto the curb, flushed with fire, cheeks pulsing red. I watched Nadine, Keegan, and Danny cross the street and go into the club. Then I turned back to look atLogan.
‘Let it come.’ He was my mate after all, and I’d be lying if I said I wanted to sleep through thisone.
His mouth popped open in shock; his eyes flared emerald green and I grinned, beginning my walk around theperimeter.
I walked along the riverbank for a few strides, following Dominic, when the lion shifter stopped and cocked his head to the side. His nostrils were flaring, his whole body tense. Logan must have seen it too, because he jogged to catch up to me and then called out toDom.
“What is it?” We both took quick strides to meet up with the silentshifter.
Dom was staring at the alley that led to the side entrance of the club our group had gone into. He was looking into the darkness like it held somesecret.
“Familiar smell,” he grumbled, and a thousand emotions crossed his face. Confusion, disbelief, terror, and thenrage.
Without another word, Dom crossed the street, not even looking for cars, hands going into his jacket to pull out hisguns.
“Dominic!” Logan’s voice was authoritative but also caring. Something was going on with his friend and he was trying to help. Dom ignored Logan and kept his head down as he passed the sorcerer at the front entrance, and then slipped into the side alley. Logan and I scurried after him. We were wedged between two buildings with the reek of garbage and dampness, but there was another smell: dogs, blood,death.
Dominic turned to face Logan, breath coming in and out in ragged gasps. He was on the verge ofhyperventilating.
“Dominic. Use. Your. Words.” Logan hovered over his friend, and finally Dom unclenched his fists and the blood drained from hisface.
“Logan, it’s him. I smell him.” The way the streetlights were casting shadows on Dominic’s face made him look like a scaredchild.
Logan’s face fell. “You’re sure? Here?Now?”
Dom nodded, and as his jaw gritted, his features transformed. The fear disappeared and in its place the dancing lights left a macabre expression. “You promised,” He toldhim.
Logan sighed, looking over at me. His black hair swept over one eye, he looked like he was physically in pain. “Sloane, get on the bus,” heordered.
My jaw dropped. “Umm, no. Who is here? What’shappening?”
Logan pulled out his Glock and cocked it, looking maniacal. “The sorcerer that tortured Dominic and pitted him against other shifters is here … running another undergroundring.”
Shock mixed with fury ripped through me in the same moment. Oh. Hell.No.
“What are you going to do?” Why was he asking me to get on the bus? And what had he promised Dom he woulddo?
Logan didn’t even hesitate: “We’re going to kill that bastard and set the shiftersfree.”
I put my hands out in an effort to try to calm the two males. Clearly they were seeing red right now and not reason. “You’re going to go into a pureblooded club, full of sorcerers and druids and God knows what else, and kill the most powerful one there with your guns? Just the two ofyou?”
Logan shrugged. “We’llmanage.”
Toughguy.
Dominic was bouncing on the balls of his feet, raring togo.
