Page 25 of Cursed by Death

And I knew damn well he was telling me I needed to come alone for the Detective to hear and it wasn’t for me at all.

“And if I don’t show?” I asked out of curiosity because I just couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He grinned at me. “We both know you’ll be here. You gave your word and you’ll never fumble with that. Also, you’re curious and you won’t be able to help yourself. Keep yourself out of trouble until then, little devil. And stay safe.”

He brushed his lips against mine quickly and unexpectedly, smirking at the Detective when he pulled away, and then sauntered out of the kitchen without so much as a glance back.

I wanted to strangle him.

“What have you gotten yourself into now?” Detective Rowans grumbled at me, making me sigh.

Would a thank you really be too much to ask for right about now?

“Me?” I pressed my hand to my chest as I gasped in mock outrage. “The better question would be what have you gotten yourself into since you’re the one tied to a chair in the Prince of wolves kitchen.”

He glared at me, no longer masking his emotions now that Rally had left the room.

Yeah, perhaps joking around with him right now hadn’t been my best idea but it was too late for take backs now.

I slid one of my knives out of its sheath and crouched down behind his chair. I sliced through the ropes at his ankles first and then moved up to his wrists.

I backed away once he was freed and watched him rub at the red marks on his wrists.

“I’m sorry about your car, Ruby Jane.”

I slid my knife back into its sheath and shrugged my shoulders. “The car is fine and the shifters are fixing the window as we speak. So, there’s nothing to be sorry about on your end.”

Oh no, but there was plenty for me to be sorry about on my end. I owed him a serious apology after all of the trouble I had now caused him.

“Let’s get you out of here. It’s a long ride home and you’re going to need that time to come up with something to tell your cop buddies. Two of them showed up at my house this morning, looking for you. I don’t think it’s wise to tell them you’ve been hanging out at Rally’s place tied to a chair. That might cause some complications with the shifters and we both know the police force don’t like to mess with the supernatural community like that.”

Now I felt even worse. If I’d showed him the tapes of Thomas’s murderer would he even still be looking for them, knowing they weren’t human?

I owed him the truth after the trouble befriending me had caused him.

I had a feeling the ride home was going to be even more uncomfortable for me then the ride here had turned out to be.

And that was certainly saying something.

I called out a goodbye to Rally as the Detective and I left his house. I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t get a response in return.

My guess was the Prince was hiding from the Detective now that he was no longer tied up. I couldn’t say that I blamed him.

All these men in my life were starting to become a real problem for me.

And I still hadn’t gotten laid.

Like a coward, I waited until we were close to his apartment building to tell him what had really gone down with Thomas. Or, what I had suspected had gone down with him.

I also shared with him that I had video footage of everyone entering and leaving the guest house. I figured if the twins really were hunters then they had nothing to fear from the police and they no longer had my blind loyalty.

The Detective was pissed. I could tell, even though he contained it well. He still told me he’d known I’d been lying about something, he just hadn’t been sure of which part.

And that then pissed me off because why the hell had he been so nice to me if he thought I was a liar.

What I had learned about his sister was on the tip of my tongue but I swallowed it back down. He didn’t need me bringing up the tragic past when we had so much bullshit going on today.

I parked in front of his apartment building and cringed. It was actually only about five blocks from the wolves’ garage. It was rundown and there were a group of teenagers standing at the corner of one building. They were brown bagging a bottle of booze and passing it around the circle. One of them was smoking a joint and they were all very loud and rambunctious.

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