Page 7 of Sylas's Captivating Mate

“What did you hit?”

“Nothing. I heard a popping sound and the tires blew.”

He walked to the ditch and looked down at the car, moving to look at both sides. The front tires were shredded. He walked back up to the road and away from the crash site until he saw the black marks her tires made when she braked hard. There wasn’t anything in the road, no dead animal or sharp objects.

The popping sound might have been a rifle. But why would anyone shoot out a random person’s tires?

Shaking his head, he moved swiftly back to the panel van and got behind the wheel.

“Did you see anything?” she asked.

She was close to the curtain, and he could pick up her sweet honey scent, his cat purring in his head.

“Were you peeking at me?” he asked, amused.

“Hell, yes. What if you got attacked by some weird boogin and I was trapped out here. Again.”

He laughed. “No boogins. I didn’t see anything that might explain your tires, so I think someone shot them out.”

“Why would someone do that?”

“I don’t know,” he said, pulling in a circle and heading back to town. “Have any enemies?”

“Not that I know of,” she said dryly.

“You’re Lia’s assistant?”

“Yep.”

“Where have you been?”

“For the last ten days I was at my parents, their kiss is in Villanohvah, and it was my mom’s birthday.”

He hummed, his mind spinning. “You must have left before my sister met her truemate.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hey, Georgia?” he asked.

“Yeah, Sylas?”

“I want to ask you if you know what we are to each other, but I don’t want to be an asshole. There’s so much I want to tell you, but I’d like to look at you and talk to you without there being a curtain between us.”

She chuckled and he loved the sound.

“I know what we are.”

“Good. Can we talk when we get to the club?”

“You bet. Do you have to work?”

“I’m going to make a call right now. Then you can tell me about yourself and I’ll tell you about myself, including why it matters that you left before my sister met her truemate.”

“Sounds perfect.”

His cat let out another purr, and this time it spilled from his lips.

Before, he’d been rushing to get to her before the sun came up. Now that she was safe? He wasn’t in such a rush.

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