but the beast dodged away and fled. The man who hadnât Changed was already gone.
Cort turned to her. âStay as you are,â he said harshly. He went to the mouth of the alley, glanced left and right, and gathered up the clothing he had dropped there. He had torn his clothing off when heâd Changed, and the garments were badly mangled. He examined them with obvious disgust.
âRuined,â he said. He pulled on the trousers, which were ripped lengthwise from knee to hem, and fastened the two remaining buttons. He drew the equally torn shirt over his head, ignored his once-shiny vest and finished with his stained and dirty coat. His feet were bare and covered with mud. He looked so unlike his usual self that Aria wanted to laugh again.
That would not be a very good idea, even if she could have managed it in wolf form. He glared at her, promising reprisals for her disobedience, and picked up the rope the men had left behind.
âThere is no point in collecting what remains of yourclothes,â he said, âand it wouldnât be advisable for a young woman to be seen walking the streets in a state of complete undress. You will pose as a dog until we get home. As for meââ He examined himself and made a sound of disgust. âI will doubtless be considered just another inebriate emerging from a fight in some den of iniquity.â He made a loop out of the rope. âCome here.â
The freedom she had claimed for so short a time, the warm rush of victory, could not be taken from her so easily. She laid her ears flat and bristled.
Cort sighed. âIf you knew how much trouble you have causedâ¦â He dropped the rope. âStay close to me. If you stray more than an inchââ
He left the rest of the threat unspoken, but Aria heard the real anger in his voice, in the flat cadence of his words and the slight but noticeable change in his accent. She realized that she had seen him annoyed, even short-tempered, but never angry. Never so furious. Not with her.
Lowering her head, she crept toward him. He spun around and strode out of the alley, pausing once to study the ground.
âSomeone seems to have availed themselves of my best pair of shoes,â he said.
With a grimace, he took a handful of Ariaâs thick ruff in his fist and began walking. The feel of his hand in her fur was not in the least uncomfortable. In fact, it felt warm and strong and wonderful.
She realized he hadnât been angry with her just because she had disobeyed him and taken a stupid risk. He was upset because he had been afraid for her. He had always claimed to care what happened to her, but nowshe was certain he had really meant it. He must have had a reason not to tell her who she was.
They were back at the house in five minutes. Cort let her go when they were safely in the hallway, and opened the door to their rooms. She darted inside, shook out her fur and Changed.
Something in Cortâs expression made her rush to find the hated dress. She put it on in the bedroom and came out again.
Cort was hunched in one of the chairs by the table, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the carpet.
âYou could have been hurt,â he said, not looking at her. âYou do understand that?â
She climbed onto the couch and drew up her knees. âI was looking for you,â she mumbled.
âWhere is Yuri?â
âHe went out. I donât know where.â
Cort cursed in fluid French. âNow perhaps you understand why you must do as I say.â He raked his hand through his hair. âDamn Yuri. If Iâd only told himââ He cursed again. âWe canât stay here tonight. They must have been watching the house.â
Aria was almost glad. She had come to hate this place, this prison, even though sheâd only been here a few days. The only thing that had made it bearable was Cort himself.
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