His face slackened the slightest bit and I knew I had him. The island was a hellhole for every supernatural fuck-up in America.
“You’re not human,” he retorted stupidly.
Croft shrugged. “Will a jury care that she was born of witch lineage when she has no powers to defend herself?” he spoke in his chilly, even voice.
Brock’s face reddened. “Don’t go outside on the full moon. I won’t be responsible for what happens to you if you do.” Then he spat, turned on his heel, and left.
I looked up to the roof, where Cass was chain-smoking, and he gave me a thumbs-up. When the retreating wolf convoy reached the end of the road, I turned to my lawyer.
“Well, how do you think that went?” I asked seriously.
He grinned from ear to ear. “You’re Belinda Black’s granddaughter all right.”
Damn straight. And no one was taking my home from me. I didn’t care how good he was in bed.
4House Arrest
Good thingI hadn’t bothered to hope that Brock might have redeeming qualities, because I would have been sorely disappointed if I had.
Three days had passed since we’d reached our standstill, and I was effectively a prisoner of Gran’s cabin while Croft researched what the deal was with the differences in our two deeds. Gran was a sneaky one, so I wouldn’t entirely put it past her to have built on his land, and pretend she didn’t know. But Gran loved me, and she wouldn’t have left me the property if everything weren’t lined up in my favor—even if she’d been the one to line it up herself, by whatever means.
Since I couldn’t trust the alpha for a second, and he’d left the bulldozer parked at the top of the road as a warning, I didn’t leave the house.
“You’re going to drive us both crazy with your non-stop pacing. You know that, right?” Cass said, as snarky as ever.
“Well, what do you expect me to do? I can’t leave the damn house.”
He knew that, of course he knew that. I’d only mentioned it a million times.
“But do you have to pace?”
“What else am I supposed to do?” I growled.
“I dunno, look for a new case for us. I have expensive tastes, you know. I need the income.” The thick gold chain he wore around his neck caught the light of the sun when he grinned. On anyone else, the smile would have been hideous. But I had a soft spot for the ugly imp, who had bizarre sex appeal for certain segments of the supernatural community. Can’t account for tastes, apparently.
“How am I supposed to work a case while locked up in the cabin? I can’t, that’s how.”
“So defeatist,” he tsked. “Since when do you let a man bring you down?”
Oh, but he wasn’t just any man. He’d blown my mind wide open, and made me realize that I should’ve been having sex all along, especially sex likethat.
“You’d better not go making gaga eyes like that when the alpha’s around,” Cass added.
“I did not make gaga eyes.”
“You did too.” He fingered his gold chain.
“I did not.”
“What are you, five?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, my lip jutted out. Fine, I was being a petulant child, but I was used to getting my own way. Even if I had to work for it, I usually got what I wanted.
The imp arched his brow at me, making him look ridiculous... and cute, in the he’s-so-ugly-he’s-cute kind of way.
“Fine,” I huffed. “I’ll call Mack to tell him we’ll be here for a while, and ask if he’s got word on a local case.”
“Good girl.” Getting up, Cass started to walk away.
