Bruce turned back. He didn’t have a fucking clue. “You’re the one with fairy magic. You tell me.”
He thought Wulfric would treat it as a joke—that was what he’d done with just about everything so far. Instead, the man narrowed his eyes. Beneath his lowered lids, his blue eyes seemed to blaze. And well beneath the glamour, a kind of shimmer happened. It was like his blood suddenly started to glow.
While Bruce was still blinking to clear his vision, the sight disappeared.
“What did the prince tell you?” Wulfric asked.
“That I would bemore.”
“Bemore? Orhavemore?”
Bruce had to think back, but he thought he remembered the exact words. “Have more.”
Wulfric grunted. “There you go.”
Bruce almost said something caustic, but Nero beat him to it. “Use your words, Wulfric. Not all of us have two hundred years of experience to understand code from the 1800s.”
“Be thankful for that,” Wulfric said. Then he took a deep breath. “The apple gave you power. Think of it like electricity. You have a store of it inside you now. Like a big battery.”
Great. That wasn’t disturbing at all. “What do I do with it?”
Wulfric rolled his eyes. “You create a light bulb.”
“A light bulb?”
“Yes. One that will save the world.”
“And how do I do that?”
Wulfric shrugged. “I can’t tell you that. You have to figure it out.”
“A light bulb.”
“Make it a big one, because that demon is growing stronger every day.”
Great. “Any other helpful advice?” He invested his words with as much sarcasm as he could manage.
“Yeah. Drink the smoothie. You’re running on empty, and I’m lactose intolerant.”
Nero was right. The guy was an asshole. “Me too,” Bruce said. Then he grabbed the sports drink and chugged.
Chapter 19
WHEN SUPERHEROES TAKE OFF THEIR CAPES
LADDIN THUMBEDoff his phone and let his hand, phone, and entire body drop onto the mattress. It had been an hour since Nero had taken Bruce to see Wulfric, and that was too long. Didn’t they see that the man was doing everything he could to help out? And under extraordinary circumstances too. He’d become a werewolf, been attacked by two sets of fairies, gotten handed the responsibility for saving the world, and now had to report to Wulfric as if he were a schoolboy being sent to the principal.
It took all of Laddin’s self-control not to storm into Wulfric’s room and chew him and Nero out. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that it wouldn’t help Bruce one bit. The man had to find his own way with the higher-ups. But still, it pissed Laddin off.
So he’d grabbed all the distraction techniques he could think of. He’d taken his shower, organized his suitcase from the mess it had been, stopped by the kitchen, and even phoned Captain M to give his report and express his opinion on Bruce loud and clear—that he was a good guy and would be a great asset to Wulf, Inc. if they would stop treating him like a traitor. She hadn’t been any more impressed by his assessment than Nero had been.
So now all he could do was lie on the bed and stew—
The door opened and Bruce tiptoed in.
“Do you seriously think I’m asleep?” Laddin asked. “What happened? Are you all right?”
Bruce stepped into the light. He looked a little wild around the eyes but otherwise okay. “I’m fine. Why aren’t you sleeping?”
