Page 55 of Ulune's Daughter

Law lifts his upper lip at me, showing a sharp incisor. He needs to get those filed. He’s spending too much time in cat form.

“He’s your human; what’s he planning?”

“They’re going somewhere. Tomorrow, I think. Kellan rescheduled our TA session.”

Law grunts. I know my twin as well as I know myself. He doesn’t need to say it aloud for me to know he’s thinking they’re going nowhere without him.

“Withoutus,” I tell him.

“You have class tomorrow.”

“Nothing I can’t miss.”

Another grunt.

“She hasn’t said anything about leaving overnight?” I ask. Even though I think Law pretending to be her pet will eventually backfire on him, it’s given him a great deal of insider information.

He shakes his head. “Between the silly plastic flap and the machine that dumps kibble into a bowl, she’s not worried about Whitey starving overnight anymore. Maddening. I’m going to hex that machine as soon as she turns her back.”

I grin and twirl around in my desk chair. It’s tempting to sneak into the bedroom to surprise Rhodes and force him to reveal their plans. But it’s more amusing to let him think he’s getting away with whatever they’re plotting. I can hold it over him later when he tries to make me beg for orgasms.

“Are we following them in fur or skin?”

“Fur,” Law says. “Assuming you remember how to get into your fur.”

I roll my eyes. Just because he spends more time in his fur than I do. “Just you and me?”

Law shakes his head. “The Mirk gathered in minutes at Thistlemist. The two of us together will draw them even faster. Without knowing where our mate and your human are going, there’s too much of a risk they’ll venture close to a Barrow or a rent in the Veil. We’ll take Dex and Mags.”

I scoff. “Taking Dex is worse than going alone.”

Law chuckles. “I know you’ve taken your human through the Fae Ways. Did he Walk well?”

“No better than any other human. No worse, either.”

“Vomiting?” Law asks.

I nod. “But at least it wasn’t blood.”

Law tips his head in acknowledgement. Humans who breathe too deeply while walking the Fae Ways take the Mists into their lungs and end up puking blood for an hour or two until they get it all out. Rhodes listened when I told him to breath slow and shallow, but the disorientation of being pulled into another plane got him.

“When Kellan met her team in England, she walked the Fae Ways alone. I don’t know if she’s strong enough to carry your human with her.”

“She’s strong,” I say. She nearly blew me away, literally, with how strong she was when we tested each other over coffee.

“Her fae blood isn’t, or she’d feel the bond. She might fly him. If she does, can you follow them without her noticing?”

I scratch my hand through my hair. “I’m not sure. Any way to maneuver them into taking the Fae Ways? We know we can track them that way.”

Law shrugs. “Even if we sabotage the fixed points on campus, she might still be able to fly him without them. We have to be ready for whatever she chooses. You should sneak into his bag.” Law’s grin shows too many, too sharp teeth. “Only way to be sure.”

“Get stuffed,” I tell him. “Yousneak into his bag. Or better yet, sneak into hers.”

“She’d notice. He can tell us apart. If he caught me in his bag, he’d probably dump me mid-Air. I’m too valuable to risk.”

I growl at him.

His grin widens. “Stay in the Wraith so he doesn’t feel the extra weight. Come back for us as soon as you’re sure of their destination.”

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