blanket?” Ann pulled a flashlight out of her pocket and clicked it on. She looked at the map.
“Cats have blankets?”
He barely saw her shrug. “Anyway, when do you need me to start navigating?”
Charles vaguely pointed to the dashboard where the GPS was guiding them. “When that thing loses service.”
Ann glanced at the dash before looking around the large SUV. “Big car. If I wasn’t so sore, I’d ask if you were compensating for something.”
Tingles filtered through Charles’ stomach and pooled at the base of his dick, making him half-hard. “How sore, exactly?”
“Don’t even bother. Been there, done that. Time to move on.”
“That’s what they all say. Lies.”
“I doubt it. Your kind don’t really move on, do they? They just hang around with their legs spread, hoping for a poke.” Ann laughed at her own joke before running her fingers along the dash. “So how come you had to wait so long before getting your own wheels?”
Charles turned onto the highway. “We don’t need cars littering the Mansion. There are vehicles for common use, and there are certain people nominated to drive if we all need to get somewhere. As the Watch Captain on my own detail, looks like the Boss decided I needed to be included as one of the drivers.”
“Who picked this ride?”
“I just said I wanted something Sasha wouldn’t want to drive.”
“Ah.” Ann laughed as she took her phone from a small satchel on the floor. “Yeah, if you got something fast, she’d push you over and take control.”
“Exactly. The Boss won’t even get her a new car—hers is fast for an old ride, but if she got her hands on something faster…”
“Like Stefan’s…”
“The Boss has a special switch on that. She can’t drive it unless she knows the code, and the Boss won’t tell her. Or anyone else.”
Ann shook her head with a big smile. “It’s for the best, but that would piss me off.”
“Pisses her off too, but there are some things you just don’t push where the Boss is concerned. That applies even to her.”
“Well, I’m going to read now. Quit your yapping.”
“Oh. Great. Surly Ann is back.”
“Yup. Now you can talk dirty all you want.”
“Fancy a fuck?”
Ann laughed and squinted down at her phone. Clearly she hadn’t thought he was serious.
----
T hey arrived at the cabin as the sun was peeking out over the horizon. Judging by the map, they were a good distance down the mountain from the facility. A tiny road, partly overgrown, led to the front of a small square building made of logs. It looked like the picture on the front of Log Cabin syrup. An old, decrepit porch swing squeaked as it swayed gently in the breeze.
“Home sweet home,” Ann said in a dry voice as she climbed out of the SUV.
Charles followed her, meeting her in front of the hood and putting an arm to stop her forward progress. “Let me go in and check it out, just in case.”
“I don’t smell any people or strange scents.”
“I think if danger was obvious, half your pack wouldn’t be missing.” He took out his sword and approached the door slowly, letting his magic unfurl and coat the ground, looking for magical traps of any kind. After three years of developing his skill, he could manage twenty feet, a rough semblance of the spell Sasha could use for miles. Still, it worked great for that twenty feet.
He tried the door handle, finding it unlocked. He didn’t bother reaching for the keys someone had obtained from the human who owned this place. Pushing the door open, a sparse, mostly empty space greeted him, smelling dank and musty.
Charles let his magic tumble across the floor ahead of him. He didn’t see anybody or any other magic. After a quick check in the bathroom, he walked back out to Ann, who was facing East with her eyes closed, standing perfectly still.
“If that’s yoga, you’re doing it wrong.” Charles moved around the SUV to get the luggage.
“The breeze is rolling
“Cats have blankets?”
He barely saw her shrug. “Anyway, when do you need me to start navigating?”
Charles vaguely pointed to the dashboard where the GPS was guiding them. “When that thing loses service.”
Ann glanced at the dash before looking around the large SUV. “Big car. If I wasn’t so sore, I’d ask if you were compensating for something.”
Tingles filtered through Charles’ stomach and pooled at the base of his dick, making him half-hard. “How sore, exactly?”
“Don’t even bother. Been there, done that. Time to move on.”
“That’s what they all say. Lies.”
“I doubt it. Your kind don’t really move on, do they? They just hang around with their legs spread, hoping for a poke.” Ann laughed at her own joke before running her fingers along the dash. “So how come you had to wait so long before getting your own wheels?”
Charles turned onto the highway. “We don’t need cars littering the Mansion. There are vehicles for common use, and there are certain people nominated to drive if we all need to get somewhere. As the Watch Captain on my own detail, looks like the Boss decided I needed to be included as one of the drivers.”
“Who picked this ride?”
“I just said I wanted something Sasha wouldn’t want to drive.”
“Ah.” Ann laughed as she took her phone from a small satchel on the floor. “Yeah, if you got something fast, she’d push you over and take control.”
“Exactly. The Boss won’t even get her a new car—hers is fast for an old ride, but if she got her hands on something faster…”
“Like Stefan’s…”
“The Boss has a special switch on that. She can’t drive it unless she knows the code, and the Boss won’t tell her. Or anyone else.”
Ann shook her head with a big smile. “It’s for the best, but that would piss me off.”
“Pisses her off too, but there are some things you just don’t push where the Boss is concerned. That applies even to her.”
“Well, I’m going to read now. Quit your yapping.”
“Oh. Great. Surly Ann is back.”
“Yup. Now you can talk dirty all you want.”
“Fancy a fuck?”
Ann laughed and squinted down at her phone. Clearly she hadn’t thought he was serious.
----
T hey arrived at the cabin as the sun was peeking out over the horizon. Judging by the map, they were a good distance down the mountain from the facility. A tiny road, partly overgrown, led to the front of a small square building made of logs. It looked like the picture on the front of Log Cabin syrup. An old, decrepit porch swing squeaked as it swayed gently in the breeze.
“Home sweet home,” Ann said in a dry voice as she climbed out of the SUV.
Charles followed her, meeting her in front of the hood and putting an arm to stop her forward progress. “Let me go in and check it out, just in case.”
“I don’t smell any people or strange scents.”
“I think if danger was obvious, half your pack wouldn’t be missing.” He took out his sword and approached the door slowly, letting his magic unfurl and coat the ground, looking for magical traps of any kind. After three years of developing his skill, he could manage twenty feet, a rough semblance of the spell Sasha could use for miles. Still, it worked great for that twenty feet.
He tried the door handle, finding it unlocked. He didn’t bother reaching for the keys someone had obtained from the human who owned this place. Pushing the door open, a sparse, mostly empty space greeted him, smelling dank and musty.
Charles let his magic tumble across the floor ahead of him. He didn’t see anybody or any other magic. After a quick check in the bathroom, he walked back out to Ann, who was facing East with her eyes closed, standing perfectly still.
“If that’s yoga, you’re doing it wrong.” Charles moved around the SUV to get the luggage.
“The breeze is rolling
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