.
“Never mind,” she said, quietly shutting her door. “Where’s the house?”
He pointed up the dirt road. “Just around the curve.”
“He won’t get far without his car.” Kat rolled her eyes while adjusting the strap that wrapped around her midsection, making sure her shirt concealed it. “God, I hate it when I rhyme. Anyhow, we should slash his tires before knocking to make sure he doesn’t try to escape. Although, he is a Mage and might flash to town.”
“Doubtful,” Prince said quietly, walking on her left. “Vlad doesn’t run; he attacks.”
She tried to keep her voice low, but walking made her breathe harder. “By the way, if something happens and I shift, stay away from my dagger. Obviously my wolf can’t use it, but she’ll take off your hand if you try to disarm her.”
“Duly noted.”
“Just so you know, I really don’t want to let my wolf out. She’s never met your wolf, and that could get ugly. So I’m going to do what I can to keep her in check.”
The property wasn’t paved, nor had anyone laid down gravel. Kat walked quietly on the dirt, thinking what a mess it must be when it rained. When they rounded the corner, she paused behind an overgrown bush. The one-story home worked to their advantage since it offered fewer places for someone to hide, although she would have preferred wood to brick since it was easier to set on fire. One car meant he was probably alone, and there weren’t any animals to announce their presence. The blinds were closed—every one of them. Either this guy had something to hide or he was allergic to sunlight.
Kat gripped Prince’s bicep. “Hey, just in case I shift, do me a favor and stay in human form.”
“Why would I do that if it means putting you in danger?”
“Because you’re an alpha and you’ll be able to get me to shift back. Sometimes my wolf is a stubborn partner and doesn’t want to give up control.”
Humor danced in his eyes. “I’m familiar with that feeling.”
Kat poked him in the ribs. “Very funny. If he takes off in his car, my wolf will try to chase him down on the freeway. She did it once,” Kat said, strolling toward the house. “I ended up with blistered hands and feet and had to shift a couple of times to heal. I’m not going through that again. Shall we knock?”
Her attention drifted down to the cigarette butts littering the cement porch. She remembered Vlad smoking in the bar where she’d first seen him. Kat wrinkled her nose and held her knuckles against the door, frozen in thought. If they knocked, would Vlad be stupid enough to just open up? As much as she loved feebleminded criminals, she had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case with him.
Her mind began dissecting their situation. This wasn’t going to work. He was expecting an exchange. The last thing she needed was for him to barricade himself in the house with weapons.
Kat tied her flannel shirt around her waist and got on her knees, her long hair shielding her face.
“What are you doing?” Prince hissed.
“Take your hair out of the ponytail.”
“What?”
She peered up at him, her voice at a whisper. “He’s going to recognize you. Ponytails aren’t exactly the popular trend. Scramble up your hair a little and let’s play this out. He’s probably going to peek through the window so he can get a better look at who he’s dealing with.” She gestured toward the glass. “He’s only ever seen you in a suit, so let’s not tip him off. We just need him to open the door.”
“And then?” Prince removed the elastic band, shaking his hair loose.
Kat forgot her name. As soon as his lush, dark hair came unbound, it slipped in front of his face and gave her goose bumps. He didn’t look like a prince anymore; he looked like a king. She swallowed thickly and leaned against his leg, wanting to rub all over him like a cat in heat.
“Hold me by my hair,” she said.
Prince reached down and gently grabbed a handful of her hair,
“Never mind,” she said, quietly shutting her door. “Where’s the house?”
He pointed up the dirt road. “Just around the curve.”
“He won’t get far without his car.” Kat rolled her eyes while adjusting the strap that wrapped around her midsection, making sure her shirt concealed it. “God, I hate it when I rhyme. Anyhow, we should slash his tires before knocking to make sure he doesn’t try to escape. Although, he is a Mage and might flash to town.”
“Doubtful,” Prince said quietly, walking on her left. “Vlad doesn’t run; he attacks.”
She tried to keep her voice low, but walking made her breathe harder. “By the way, if something happens and I shift, stay away from my dagger. Obviously my wolf can’t use it, but she’ll take off your hand if you try to disarm her.”
“Duly noted.”
“Just so you know, I really don’t want to let my wolf out. She’s never met your wolf, and that could get ugly. So I’m going to do what I can to keep her in check.”
The property wasn’t paved, nor had anyone laid down gravel. Kat walked quietly on the dirt, thinking what a mess it must be when it rained. When they rounded the corner, she paused behind an overgrown bush. The one-story home worked to their advantage since it offered fewer places for someone to hide, although she would have preferred wood to brick since it was easier to set on fire. One car meant he was probably alone, and there weren’t any animals to announce their presence. The blinds were closed—every one of them. Either this guy had something to hide or he was allergic to sunlight.
Kat gripped Prince’s bicep. “Hey, just in case I shift, do me a favor and stay in human form.”
“Why would I do that if it means putting you in danger?”
“Because you’re an alpha and you’ll be able to get me to shift back. Sometimes my wolf is a stubborn partner and doesn’t want to give up control.”
Humor danced in his eyes. “I’m familiar with that feeling.”
Kat poked him in the ribs. “Very funny. If he takes off in his car, my wolf will try to chase him down on the freeway. She did it once,” Kat said, strolling toward the house. “I ended up with blistered hands and feet and had to shift a couple of times to heal. I’m not going through that again. Shall we knock?”
Her attention drifted down to the cigarette butts littering the cement porch. She remembered Vlad smoking in the bar where she’d first seen him. Kat wrinkled her nose and held her knuckles against the door, frozen in thought. If they knocked, would Vlad be stupid enough to just open up? As much as she loved feebleminded criminals, she had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case with him.
Her mind began dissecting their situation. This wasn’t going to work. He was expecting an exchange. The last thing she needed was for him to barricade himself in the house with weapons.
Kat tied her flannel shirt around her waist and got on her knees, her long hair shielding her face.
“What are you doing?” Prince hissed.
“Take your hair out of the ponytail.”
“What?”
She peered up at him, her voice at a whisper. “He’s going to recognize you. Ponytails aren’t exactly the popular trend. Scramble up your hair a little and let’s play this out. He’s probably going to peek through the window so he can get a better look at who he’s dealing with.” She gestured toward the glass. “He’s only ever seen you in a suit, so let’s not tip him off. We just need him to open the door.”
“And then?” Prince removed the elastic band, shaking his hair loose.
Kat forgot her name. As soon as his lush, dark hair came unbound, it slipped in front of his face and gave her goose bumps. He didn’t look like a prince anymore; he looked like a king. She swallowed thickly and leaned against his leg, wanting to rub all over him like a cat in heat.
“Hold me by my hair,” she said.
Prince reached down and gently grabbed a handful of her hair,
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