Donny and ask about any SRD investigations into King’s Krank. While the VPD was the acting enforcement agency for the Lower Mainland, the SRD handled all supe on supe crimes and tended to act more behind the scenes. They sent out killers, like me, to take out the culprits. They were the judge, jury, and executioner all in one.
My head hit the pillow, and my mind easily slid into slumber.
Instead of sinking into nothingness, I walked through a moonlit path in the middle of a forest, clothed in some long translucent nightgown probably dating back to the 1800s. Fog blanketed the ground and parted majestically as I walked. Warning bells chimed in my head instead of birds. The forest had no scent. No pine aroma laden with summer flowers. No crunching of branches or snapping of twigs as animals roamed through the dense, moss-coated floor. No rustling leaves in the wind. My bare feet padded along the rough rock and grass path without a sound and without any pinched nerves.
An artificial forest.
Only one person…thing…would muck around with my mind like this.
I rounded a large evergreen, and the path opened up into a large clearing. A man stood in the middle. Naked skin glowed in the moon light.
Sid.
“If this is how you seduce a girl, it’s not working.”
His lips twitched and thankfully only that. I closed the distance between us and came to a stop three feet away. No need to get too close.
“Relax Carus, I have no wish to make you mine.”
“Good.”
“No more than you already are…” Sid winked.
I clenched the cotton material in my fists and squeezed. Attacking Sid in this realm, one under his control, would not be a good idea, and wouldn’t get me the answers I sought. Smashing my fist into his kidneys would feel pretty good though.
“Are you still pissed?” Sid wiped at his washboard abs.
“Of course I’m still pissed.” I crossed my arms. “And why do you have me dressed like a historical damsel in distress?”
Sid’s eyebrow rose, but he didn’t snap his fingers and change my outfit. “Are you pissed about the bond or that night a week or two ago?”
Although he didn’t trick or force me into the bond, it metaphysically dug into my heart like a bird of prey clutching a field mouse. In addition to this bond, he’d incited an intimate dream the other night with Tristan and Wick. What was I pissed off about? “Both, you sick pervert.”
Sid tsked at me.
Maybe I should attack him anyway. Get a few good shots in before he gained control and altered the world, or kicked my ass. The dream from the other night still made my blood boil. “Why the heck would you play with my mind like that? It was messed up.”
“I was hungry.”
I gaped at him. “Hungry?”
“Haven’t you ever gone back for seconds?” He held his hands out in a supplicating gesture. Like it should make me hate him less.
I pursed my lips. “That wasn’t going back for more, that was…a double helping.”
The Demon’s smile grew. “Why, yes, that’s a fitting analogy.”
“Again. What the fuck are you playing at?” The wind caressed my nightgown and rustled the leaves in the forest, but nothing could break my death stare on Sid.
Sid held up both his hands and shifted his stance. “Calm down. I won’t do it again.”
“Then what do you want?” I stomped on the path and the rocks dug into the sensitive skin on my sole. I winced. Now he decided to make the dream more realistic?
“I want to warn you,” Sid said.
“Warn me?”
“Yes.”
I tapped my foot.
“The new moon is three nights away. Do you know what that means, little one?” He cocked his head and gave me a patronizing smile.
“That you can count to three?”
He grunted. “Guess again.”
“All the feline Weres are forced to shift and will run rampant through the forests?” The wind picked up and wound around the dense tree trunks to press against my body.
“They will, but that’s not what I’m getting at.”
“Witches are at
My head hit the pillow, and my mind easily slid into slumber.
Instead of sinking into nothingness, I walked through a moonlit path in the middle of a forest, clothed in some long translucent nightgown probably dating back to the 1800s. Fog blanketed the ground and parted majestically as I walked. Warning bells chimed in my head instead of birds. The forest had no scent. No pine aroma laden with summer flowers. No crunching of branches or snapping of twigs as animals roamed through the dense, moss-coated floor. No rustling leaves in the wind. My bare feet padded along the rough rock and grass path without a sound and without any pinched nerves.
An artificial forest.
Only one person…thing…would muck around with my mind like this.
I rounded a large evergreen, and the path opened up into a large clearing. A man stood in the middle. Naked skin glowed in the moon light.
Sid.
“If this is how you seduce a girl, it’s not working.”
His lips twitched and thankfully only that. I closed the distance between us and came to a stop three feet away. No need to get too close.
“Relax Carus, I have no wish to make you mine.”
“Good.”
“No more than you already are…” Sid winked.
I clenched the cotton material in my fists and squeezed. Attacking Sid in this realm, one under his control, would not be a good idea, and wouldn’t get me the answers I sought. Smashing my fist into his kidneys would feel pretty good though.
“Are you still pissed?” Sid wiped at his washboard abs.
“Of course I’m still pissed.” I crossed my arms. “And why do you have me dressed like a historical damsel in distress?”
Sid’s eyebrow rose, but he didn’t snap his fingers and change my outfit. “Are you pissed about the bond or that night a week or two ago?”
Although he didn’t trick or force me into the bond, it metaphysically dug into my heart like a bird of prey clutching a field mouse. In addition to this bond, he’d incited an intimate dream the other night with Tristan and Wick. What was I pissed off about? “Both, you sick pervert.”
Sid tsked at me.
Maybe I should attack him anyway. Get a few good shots in before he gained control and altered the world, or kicked my ass. The dream from the other night still made my blood boil. “Why the heck would you play with my mind like that? It was messed up.”
“I was hungry.”
I gaped at him. “Hungry?”
“Haven’t you ever gone back for seconds?” He held his hands out in a supplicating gesture. Like it should make me hate him less.
I pursed my lips. “That wasn’t going back for more, that was…a double helping.”
The Demon’s smile grew. “Why, yes, that’s a fitting analogy.”
“Again. What the fuck are you playing at?” The wind caressed my nightgown and rustled the leaves in the forest, but nothing could break my death stare on Sid.
Sid held up both his hands and shifted his stance. “Calm down. I won’t do it again.”
“Then what do you want?” I stomped on the path and the rocks dug into the sensitive skin on my sole. I winced. Now he decided to make the dream more realistic?
“I want to warn you,” Sid said.
“Warn me?”
“Yes.”
I tapped my foot.
“The new moon is three nights away. Do you know what that means, little one?” He cocked his head and gave me a patronizing smile.
“That you can count to three?”
He grunted. “Guess again.”
“All the feline Weres are forced to shift and will run rampant through the forests?” The wind picked up and wound around the dense tree trunks to press against my body.
“They will, but that’s not what I’m getting at.”
“Witches are at
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