The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

29. Your Butt is Mine

Kaitlin:

I pressed myself closer to Roman and leaned in the same direction Roman did to avoid being thrown off his bike. We gained speed quick and dodged cars but the SUV stayed on us even as we passed the red light. Tires screeched behind us as others avoided the SUV. When Roman took a sharp left, they followed regardless of the honking that ensued.

Roman was just warming up.

I just hoped nobody got hurt for real.

After about half a minute, Roman slowed, catching the wolves off guard as they swerved and braked. They would all be having better luck on all fours. I felt Roman laugh as he made a sudden U-turn by leaning weight on each separate tire to keep us from flipping over. We headed to where we made our last turn as Roman timed the other red light perfectly, barely managing to miss a truck headed in the opposite direction. The SUV wasn't as lucky and the bike, well, I couldn't see where it had disappeared to but I had heard some loud cussing earlier. I hadn't wanted to risk falling by glancing back.

When we hit the freeway, I relaxed a tad. Roman shot me a smile and nodded knowingly. He knew exactly what I was thinking. At his cue, I released my grip around him and held out my arms. The breeze felt like utter bliss. If only I wasn't wearing a helmet.

Things were just like old times until Roman decided to test me. He was supposed to help me track the hellhounds but he did the opposite. When we grabbed a table near the bar, he spoke about what we used to be and hovered next to me, knees touching. He was leaning in and I was getting deja vu from when Sethan appeared and threw Roman into a wall. I remembered how thin Jane had looked and told him to focus on why we were there.

I didn't see anything strange or the rapist. 

Roman was Roman and tonight was karaoke night. Of course, it turned out that Roman signed me up. I should've known something was up when he said he needed to go to the bathroom. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem but the wolves showed up mid-way through my performance. They weren't the ones who'd been drinking outside my shop but rather Quinn and Jared.

I worried the others were hurt and pushed the thought aside as soon as I felt it. They deserved it. Putting up with their negative assumptions about me and their insistent need to keep a watch over me was one thing. The camping out outside my shop was harassment. 

What was Jared doing here? Paranoia set in and I regretted turning off my phone earlier. Sethan hadn't quit calling likely to complain about the little chase. But Jared should've been with Javier and I almost stepped off mid performance to go check in with Jared. He gave me pause when he gave me a small wave. He sat down with Quinn near the back and ordered so I assumed everything was ok. I wouldn't have put a new wolf on guard duty but sure.

I focused on savaging my performance. Roman had purposefully chosen Whitney Houston.

That's when we heard the scream.

I never ran so fast in my life.

I stumbled to a stop as I turned past the far bathroom wall. Wild loose salt and pepper hair whipped in my direction but my eyes acknowledged the tears beneath brown horrified eyes on a small fragile face. I remembered her, Levi. She sang Beyoncé's song, Listen, a few people before me. It had been beautiful and I had kept my eyes on her after she did. Her talent was praise worthy and if the demon was around, he'd undoubtably see it too. I hated myself now because at the time I had been hoping the demon would show up to take her and now... 

Bottomless black eyes, identical to the ones Marcus had, glared back at me. There was no whites and I knew immediately what I was dealing with. 

He spoke over her sobs, "Wait your turn sweetheart." he smirked at me, knife at the girl's throat. With that, he was gone, as was Levi. It was so fast that when I finally blinked, I considered the fact that I might have imagine it.