The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

36. Upstairs

Kaitlin

I spin, "What the fuck-Roman!"

The hooded face I'm certain is Roman stares back with large eyes. He slaps the back of Sethan's seat, "Drive, drive!"

Sethan looks far from happy. I risk gripping Sethan's shoulder, "Do it, please." Sethan avoids my eyes but moves to restarts the car.

Roman slowly rights himself as we begin to move and I climb into the back next to him.

Sethan reaches for me, "Kate! No!" but I'm already in Roman's face.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Roman eyebrows shoot up and I know he's about to pled indifference, "Hello? Sun?" he points out the car window.

Focus, Kate. Information first.

"The demon?" I asked.

"Augustus has it. I barely got away." he shrugs but his nonchalant attitude isn't matching him conveniently hiding in the car, and not just any car, the Alpha's car. Roman clearly didn't think this through either. I don't blink as I watch Roman. What he's saying is likely true. That and it was likely that Roman's flying ability saved his not-sorry ass again.

"Was he in on it?" Sethan asks but I already know the answer. Unlike Roman, Augustus was more logic over impulse. Still, I needed confirmation. Age often made vampires lose their minds. I waited.

"No." Roman replied.

"But you were." I stressed. He likely wasn't going to get away with this one. Unless his uncle allowed him to by handing other vampires over to the Guild in place of him.

"They're just some nutty demons." Roman had the audacity to point fingers, "You and Samhain were supposed to kill them. You said you two made up! I wanted to surprise him. Make it up to him after, you know," he shrugged.

Great, Roman logic. He was allegedly trying to make up for nearly getting Samhain killed by setting him up for another death trap with human witnesses.

I shut my eyes for a very short moment to maintain focus. Sethan wanted to kill Roman more than I did and it wasn't helping.

I tried to calm my voice, "Are you serious right now? Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Where's the fun in that?"Fun? "I thought you'd like it. Like old times. There were too many witnesses, sure," the fucker had been aware there would be witnesses, "and Charles fucked up a little," he shrugged, "and the others went rampage," he pursed his lips, "But we could've took care of that." He tilted his head at me, "You seriously didn't sense that it was in the kid?"

My sword found my hand and Roman froze, "Do you know how many people died?"

"More would've-" he paused as blood spilled out of his mouth and wiped at it as if annoyed before continuing, "More would've died at the rate you were working!"

It was my mistake for not remembering that he could speak without full use of his lungs. I muttered under my breath and twisted my sword, "FUCK! ERA! Take it out! Take it out! Please, it burns." You bet it did because I gave my sword permission to drink from Roman's essence.

I smiled out of spite and repeated one of Roman's lines, "Finally some music."

Sethan, "Kate, you can't kill him."

I slide it out reluctantly.

Roman breathes heavily, "You're so fucking hot,"

I groan and punch where I'd stabbed Roman. He lets out a loud pained huff and I realize I created a bloodied mess in Sethan's expansive car. I move back to the passenger seat before I truly lose it.