Page 45 of Predator

“I’ll lead you. But, first, let me explain?—”

“No, thanks. I’d rather just get this over with.”

Besides, Jeannie needs me.

As though one of his abilities is freaking mind-reading, Remy says, “Your friend is an honored guest, I assure you. She’s enjoyed the coven’s hospitality these last few days. I’m sure she won’t mind waiting a few moments more so we can talk.”

If so, then he doesn’t know Jeannie at all.

I’m not an idiot, though. Everything he said… that’s just more BS. I don’t know about you, but I can’t imagine too many ‘honored guests’ have to sit on the floor while wearing a gag. And maybe the witches needed to accomplish that just to get her to take the photograph, but it doesn’t matter. She didn’t look happy, and I don’t want to spend more time around this witch than I have to.

Especially since those scars on his throat don’t seem to have taught him any lessons about screwing with me. I’ve got claws now, too, you know.

Flexing my fingers, I show them off, then say with a smile, “Pass. Now… the coven?”

Remy’s sigh is so put-upon, it’s obvious it’s an act. “If I use a spell to bring you right to the coven, will you give me a few moments of your time before you leave again?”

Assuming I’m not fleeing for my life with Jeannie… “I guess.” Hang on— “Spell? What, like, a transport spell? Is that what you mean?”

He nods.

“Are you saying you could have done that all along? WHat? Zapped us and we go from here to there?”

“Something like that. It’s a little more complicated than you’d think, but imagine the shadows. We’ll conjure one here, step into it, conjure one near the coven house and, voila, we are there.”

Yeah. Like I said. Transport spell.

At least that explains how both he and Marie appeared so quickly in the woods like they did…

I narrow my eyes on him. “Then what was that two-mile walk when I first got off the train? With my suitcase?”

He shrugs. “You didn’t know you were a witch then. If I’d used magic, you would’ve bolted and run right after the train.”

True. “Still. And I’m not a witch. I’m a wolf.”

Remy’s lips twitch. “So you say.” He holds out his elbow. “Come, Fallon. You know what to do.”

Another reminder of the day we met. Acting like my freaking tour guide or something, Remy insisted that I take his elbow as he led me to meet my grandmother’s house. I should’ve known what kind of guy he was when he insisted, but while he was just asserting his control over me then, I’m pretty sure I understand why he wants me to take hold of him now.

I’d rather clutch the back of his black shirt. Too bad Remy’s a stubborn bastard, too. I can see it now. I refuse to take his elbow, and he insists again that we walk… and who wants to bet it’ll be much longer than two miles this time?

Especially if he wants to ‘talk’...

“Fine.” I lay my fingertips lightly on the crook of his elbow. “Now let’s go.”

“In a rush, Fallon, love?”

Ew. Gross. “No.”

Remy chuckles. “Ah. I see. The Alpha doesn’t know you’re here.”

I start to take my hand back. “If you want to waste me time and Marie’s?—”

“No, no.” He pats his palm on top of my fingers, trapping them against his skin. “Hold tight. You wouldn’t want to get lost in the spell.”

I snort under my breath. I get lost and he has to explain that to Madame and Lucas.

Good luck, buddy.

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