shimmered and then, between one heartbeat and the next, the woman was gone and a long-legged wolf with coal-black hair and bright brown eyes stood in her place.
With a hiss of disbelief, Verah jumped backward and slammed the cell door. She stared at the wolf for several disbelieving moments, then vanished from the basement.
Gideon swore softly. There would be hell to pay now, but even as the thought crossed his mind, the wolf took one of the chains that bound him between its teeth and with a mighty tug, pulled the bolt out of the wall. She did the same with the other shackle, then launched herself at the cell door, striking it full force with her shoulder, once, twice, and the door flew off its hinges. There was an unearthly screech as the metal skidded across the concrete.
The wolf looked up at him, tail wagging, then turned and trotted out of the cell toward the basement door.
Gideon followed her up the stairs, the chains still fastened to his ankles rattling with every step.
To his surprise, they didn’t encounter anyone when they emerged from the basement. The wolf made a sharp left when she crossed the threshold and then, without a moment’s hesitation, she jumped through the first open window she came to.
With a shake of his head, Gideon followed her. Gunshots chased him over the sill. He winced as a bullet grazed his shoulder, cursed under his breath when the next shot hit the wolf. With a high-pitched whine, she tumbled end over end and lay still.
Without slowing, Gideon scooped the wolf into his arms and ran on. If it hadn’t been for the silver that drained his power, he would have transported them to one of his lairs. As it was, all he could do was keep running.
When he came to an abandoned building some miles later, he kicked in the door and ducked inside. Pausing, he scanned the dusky interior. From the looks of the place, it had once been a warehouse. Pulling an oil-stained drop cloth from a counter, he spread it on the floor, then lowered the wolf onto it. A quick search turned up a hacksaw; moments later, he was free of the shackles he had worn for the last three years.
A door at the far end of the building opened into an office where he found a couple of shop towels. He wet the cloths in the adjoining bathroom, then returned to the wolf ’s side. Kneeling, he wiped the blood from her fur, his fingers probing the wound until he found the slug lodged in her back leg. Grateful that she was unconscious, he slid two fingers into the nasty hole and extracted the slug. He hissed when the misshapen chunk of silver burned his fingers. Had it found a vital organ, it would have killed her.
Lifting Kiya the wolf into his arms, he willed the two of them to his lair on the outskirts of Phoenix. It was his least favorite place to stay, but his powers were weak, and it was the closest.
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Chapter 9
Verah slapped the young man standing before her. The sound echoed through the living room. “You missed?” She slapped him again, harder. “I do not pay you to miss!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“I do not want apologies!” Muttering an incantation, she placed her hand over the man’s mouth. “Be gone.”
The man opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. Suddenly mute, he stared at her in horror.
“Be gone!” she snarled, “lest I turn you into a toad.”
Face pale, eyes wide with fright, he hurried from her presence.
“Stupid fool!” Verah stormed from one end of the room to the other. Angry with her own stupidity for not realizing the woman had been two-natured, she had lashed out at the boy.
Picking up a large crystal vase, she hurled it against the wall, then took a deep breath. The werewolf was of no consequence. But Gideon … she needed him and she intended to get him back, no matter the cost. Vampires were hard to find and harder still to manipulate.
The fact that his blood added to her wealth was merely an additional bonus.
That his blood kept her young and vibrant made him
With a hiss of disbelief, Verah jumped backward and slammed the cell door. She stared at the wolf for several disbelieving moments, then vanished from the basement.
Gideon swore softly. There would be hell to pay now, but even as the thought crossed his mind, the wolf took one of the chains that bound him between its teeth and with a mighty tug, pulled the bolt out of the wall. She did the same with the other shackle, then launched herself at the cell door, striking it full force with her shoulder, once, twice, and the door flew off its hinges. There was an unearthly screech as the metal skidded across the concrete.
The wolf looked up at him, tail wagging, then turned and trotted out of the cell toward the basement door.
Gideon followed her up the stairs, the chains still fastened to his ankles rattling with every step.
To his surprise, they didn’t encounter anyone when they emerged from the basement. The wolf made a sharp left when she crossed the threshold and then, without a moment’s hesitation, she jumped through the first open window she came to.
With a shake of his head, Gideon followed her. Gunshots chased him over the sill. He winced as a bullet grazed his shoulder, cursed under his breath when the next shot hit the wolf. With a high-pitched whine, she tumbled end over end and lay still.
Without slowing, Gideon scooped the wolf into his arms and ran on. If it hadn’t been for the silver that drained his power, he would have transported them to one of his lairs. As it was, all he could do was keep running.
When he came to an abandoned building some miles later, he kicked in the door and ducked inside. Pausing, he scanned the dusky interior. From the looks of the place, it had once been a warehouse. Pulling an oil-stained drop cloth from a counter, he spread it on the floor, then lowered the wolf onto it. A quick search turned up a hacksaw; moments later, he was free of the shackles he had worn for the last three years.
A door at the far end of the building opened into an office where he found a couple of shop towels. He wet the cloths in the adjoining bathroom, then returned to the wolf ’s side. Kneeling, he wiped the blood from her fur, his fingers probing the wound until he found the slug lodged in her back leg. Grateful that she was unconscious, he slid two fingers into the nasty hole and extracted the slug. He hissed when the misshapen chunk of silver burned his fingers. Had it found a vital organ, it would have killed her.
Lifting Kiya the wolf into his arms, he willed the two of them to his lair on the outskirts of Phoenix. It was his least favorite place to stay, but his powers were weak, and it was the closest.
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Chapter 9
Verah slapped the young man standing before her. The sound echoed through the living room. “You missed?” She slapped him again, harder. “I do not pay you to miss!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“I do not want apologies!” Muttering an incantation, she placed her hand over the man’s mouth. “Be gone.”
The man opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. Suddenly mute, he stared at her in horror.
“Be gone!” she snarled, “lest I turn you into a toad.”
Face pale, eyes wide with fright, he hurried from her presence.
“Stupid fool!” Verah stormed from one end of the room to the other. Angry with her own stupidity for not realizing the woman had been two-natured, she had lashed out at the boy.
Picking up a large crystal vase, she hurled it against the wall, then took a deep breath. The werewolf was of no consequence. But Gideon … she needed him and she intended to get him back, no matter the cost. Vampires were hard to find and harder still to manipulate.
The fact that his blood added to her wealth was merely an additional bonus.
That his blood kept her young and vibrant made him
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