Obsidian kept his eyes on the road. “Angel.”
Though he expected some sort of disbelieving retort, Penelope made no such sound.
He cut his gaze to her momentarily to see she was staring out the windshield.
“An angel? Arealangel? From Heaven?”
“Yes.”
“Here? On Earth?”
“Yes.”
She was silent for a moment. “I thought you were in a motorcycle gang.”
The words were spoken so softly, he doubted she intended for him to hear them. But Obsidian did and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Motorcycle gang?”
Her head swung toward him. “The tattoo, glasses. The brooding. Angels of Darkness. Don’t tell me I’m the first person to make that assumption.”
No, she wasn’t.
“Then I thought vampire.” Her head twisted toward him. “Do vampires exist?”
There was a hint of hope in her voice. “Yes.”
“Werewolves?”
He nodded.
“Holy crap.”
By the time they reached the parking garage at the casino, Obsidian could tell Penelope’s brain was working overtime. After helping her into his car, he transferred her stuff to the trunk, then eased in behind the wheel. His fingers gripped the steering wheel lovingly before starting the engine and throwing it into reverse.
A few minutes later, they were heading out of the city.
“Where are we going?”
“Colorado.”
Her head snapped over. “Are you serious?”
“I can’t lie to you, remember?”
“Right.” Her attention focused out the window for a moment before she reached for her purse. “I need to call my brother. Let him—”
Obsidian gently took the cell phone from her hand, not wanting to alarm her. “You can’t call him.”
“What?Why?”
He exhaled slowly as he removed the battery from the phone.
“Hey!”
“I can’t risk them tracking you. I need to get you to safety first.”
“Who…? Or rather, what? You said it wasn’t a who. So,whatdo you think’s tracking me?”
