solutions.
He’d been forever changed, just like me.
Go to her…
I fought my instincts and reached for the keys dangling from
the ignition. I turned off the motor before I lost my self-control and sought
Ella out. I was seconds from starting up the GTO and speeding back to the
house.
“Did you give Castro an answer yet?” I asked and squeezed my
eyes closed.
Images of my blue-eyed brunette danced through my head. The
curve of her jaw, the line of her throat. The way her chest flushed and her
rosy nipples puckered when she came unglued at my touch. Jesus, I could
practically feel her wet heat sucking me in, milking me dry. My dick sprang to
attention and I wished I’d taken a moment to jack off to help alleviate the
ache.
Eli’s voice shattered my fantasy. “No.”
“You give Eiven an answer yet?” I asked.
“No.”
I turned my head and stared at my brother. “Did you do
anything?”
“I didn’t piss off my girlfriend by lying to her.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re a real relationship expert
yourself. How did things go with Hannah when you showed up at Dante’s shitfaced
and covered in blood? Did she know you’d just banged two chicks in the backseat
of a pickup?”
He cracked his knuckles, the subtle popping a warning. I was
going to be pissed if he shifted inside my car.
“I’m not talking about Hannah. And I warned you about Ella.
You didn’t listen. Did she take off your balls? Is that why you’re in such a
crap mood? She looked like she was going to murder you.”
I forced my next words out. “She thinks I fucked someone
else.”
Eli stared at me for two seconds and then burst out
laughing. In fact, he doubled over with laughter. I didn’t find it funny. At
all.
“Right. Not finding the humor in this.”
He slapped the dash, sending a swarm of dust mites into the
air. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Since the moment you laid eyes
on her, you’ve been hung up. You’re the only guy I know who doesn’t check out
other chicks. You don’t even look. Most people at least look—even if they aren’t
interested. You just give them this death glare, kind of like the one you’re
giving me now.”
Time to change the subject. “Tell me what you know about the
Blade of Souls.”
He took out his phone and tapped a few buttons.
I eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Googling it.”
Becoming a werewolf had obviously killed several hundred
brain cells. “I could have done that.”
He snorted. “No you couldn’t have.”
I scanned the surrounding area while Eli played on his phone
and thought about going on a hunt instead of drinking my weight in liquor. Patrolling
the grounds would have been the responsible thing to do.
“Huh,” Eli said and drew my attention. “It’s used to remove
or return one’s soul.”
My skin went cold with a chill I hadn’t felt since the night
Ella phazed herself between Julian and me seconds before I plunged the stake
into her shoulder. What in the hell would Richard want with a weapon like that?
I scratched the scruff on my jaw, the rasp surprisingly loud
amidst the blaring music.
“What else does it say?”
He swiped his finger on the screen and read silently. “If
this is accurate, not a lot. Says there are two blades in existence, both made
of obsidian. Blah, blah, blah.” He swiped at the screen again. “Looks like
there are quite a few replicas crafted by witches and wizards who sell them on
the black market.” Eli looked up. “Why are you asking about this?”
“Castro told me there was a rumor that Richard bought one. I
don’t know if his is authentic or not, or if I was just fed a line of bullshit.
What would he gain from removing someone’s soul? Wouldn’t you die once your
soul was removed?”
Eli ran a hand over the short, buzzed strands of his hair
until he cupped the back of his neck. “No, not necessarily. If something else
was animating your body you wouldn’t die—or should I
He’d been forever changed, just like me.
Go to her…
I fought my instincts and reached for the keys dangling from
the ignition. I turned off the motor before I lost my self-control and sought
Ella out. I was seconds from starting up the GTO and speeding back to the
house.
“Did you give Castro an answer yet?” I asked and squeezed my
eyes closed.
Images of my blue-eyed brunette danced through my head. The
curve of her jaw, the line of her throat. The way her chest flushed and her
rosy nipples puckered when she came unglued at my touch. Jesus, I could
practically feel her wet heat sucking me in, milking me dry. My dick sprang to
attention and I wished I’d taken a moment to jack off to help alleviate the
ache.
Eli’s voice shattered my fantasy. “No.”
“You give Eiven an answer yet?” I asked.
“No.”
I turned my head and stared at my brother. “Did you do
anything?”
“I didn’t piss off my girlfriend by lying to her.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re a real relationship expert
yourself. How did things go with Hannah when you showed up at Dante’s shitfaced
and covered in blood? Did she know you’d just banged two chicks in the backseat
of a pickup?”
He cracked his knuckles, the subtle popping a warning. I was
going to be pissed if he shifted inside my car.
“I’m not talking about Hannah. And I warned you about Ella.
You didn’t listen. Did she take off your balls? Is that why you’re in such a
crap mood? She looked like she was going to murder you.”
I forced my next words out. “She thinks I fucked someone
else.”
Eli stared at me for two seconds and then burst out
laughing. In fact, he doubled over with laughter. I didn’t find it funny. At
all.
“Right. Not finding the humor in this.”
He slapped the dash, sending a swarm of dust mites into the
air. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Since the moment you laid eyes
on her, you’ve been hung up. You’re the only guy I know who doesn’t check out
other chicks. You don’t even look. Most people at least look—even if they aren’t
interested. You just give them this death glare, kind of like the one you’re
giving me now.”
Time to change the subject. “Tell me what you know about the
Blade of Souls.”
He took out his phone and tapped a few buttons.
I eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”
“Googling it.”
Becoming a werewolf had obviously killed several hundred
brain cells. “I could have done that.”
He snorted. “No you couldn’t have.”
I scanned the surrounding area while Eli played on his phone
and thought about going on a hunt instead of drinking my weight in liquor. Patrolling
the grounds would have been the responsible thing to do.
“Huh,” Eli said and drew my attention. “It’s used to remove
or return one’s soul.”
My skin went cold with a chill I hadn’t felt since the night
Ella phazed herself between Julian and me seconds before I plunged the stake
into her shoulder. What in the hell would Richard want with a weapon like that?
I scratched the scruff on my jaw, the rasp surprisingly loud
amidst the blaring music.
“What else does it say?”
He swiped his finger on the screen and read silently. “If
this is accurate, not a lot. Says there are two blades in existence, both made
of obsidian. Blah, blah, blah.” He swiped at the screen again. “Looks like
there are quite a few replicas crafted by witches and wizards who sell them on
the black market.” Eli looked up. “Why are you asking about this?”
“Castro told me there was a rumor that Richard bought one. I
don’t know if his is authentic or not, or if I was just fed a line of bullshit.
What would he gain from removing someone’s soul? Wouldn’t you die once your
soul was removed?”
Eli ran a hand over the short, buzzed strands of his hair
until he cupped the back of his neck. “No, not necessarily. If something else
was animating your body you wouldn’t die—or should I
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