Page 125 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

Killian pursed his lips. "You think so?"

"Don’t get me wrong, he’s been a great leader in your absence, but he doesn’t have that alpha edge." Sierra shrugged. "You’ll be fine. He is an amazing second-hand. Your dad always said so."

Feet landed outside the back door, and Rosemary entered the house.

"What the hell took you so long?" Griffin bellowed as he pivoted toward her.

He should have known better than to talk to her that way. The angel wouldn’t put up with that kind of attitude.

"Excuse me?" Rosemary turned her head in his direction and pointed at her ear. "I did hear ‘thank you,’ and ‘how did everything go’, right?"

"No." Sierra leaned forward, shaking her head wildly. "You did not. In fact, you heard—"

"He might not have said it, but I will." We didn’t need to alienate the one person who gave us an edge—especially when the other side had crows, bear shifters, and wolves. And those were the ones we knew about. "Thank you. I hope Carter didn’t drive you too insane on the flight back to wherever you dropped him off." He lived somewhere in this neighborhood, but I didn’t know where.

"Oh, it went fine." A rare smile flitted across her face, making her even more breathtaking. "Covering his mouth was something I should’ve done from the get-go, and I may have given him a little hint of what could happen if I have to take him somewhere again and he screams."

Killian frowned, but that didn’t stop him from taking another huge bite of his burger. With a full mouth, he asked, "Wha dijoo do?"

"I may have dropped him from ten feet up when he whimpered loudly." Rosemary rubbed her ears. "I can’t handle him being a freaking lunatic anymore. I think he learned his lesson."

"Did he get hurt?" He shouldn’t have, but with Carter, anything was possible.

"No. It may have stung a little when his feet hit the ground." She shrugged. "No biggie."

"Can we focus here?" Griffin massaged his temples. "We need to make sure we have a solid plan for tomorrow. I am personally against this plan, but obviously, I’m outvoted."

"Outvoted doesn’t matter." This was my decision. No one else’s. "I’m the one putting my life at risk."

"Exactly," Griffin growled.

"What about that bird?" Rosemary asked, and then snatched Killian’s burger from his hands. She took a large bite out of it before handing it back to him and sitting on the other side of the couch.

He blinked several times, looking from his burger to the angel. "What the hell just happened?"

"What?" Rosemary asked and lifted both hands. "I’m hungry."

Sierra laughed. "I brought you a burger too. It’s in the kitchen."

"Thank God." Rosemary sighed. "Because that’s really good."

"It’s from Dick’s." Sierra wrinkled her nose. "Which I hate to say, but see—if you angels tried some of the shifter restaurants, you might find that you like them."

Even though shifters would eat at each other’s restaurants, we still kept to our own races. No other supernaturals frequented shifter establishments.

A pink hue tinted Griffin’s face.

He might spontaneously combust if we didn’t keep on track. This was hard enough on him even without their squirrel moments. "We’re pretty sure the falcon wasn’t spying or scouting us out. He playfully attacked a bear shifter couple who were making out."

"Okay, good. But I’ll be careful and go to campus early to scan for any suspicious birds or anything else before I hide in a tree." Rosemary licked her lips. "We all need to take precautions."

"We rented a car on the way home." Griffin’s jaw twitched. "And parked it in the lot. Killian and Sierra will get there early, as well, and I’ll sneak over after walking Sterlyn in like normal."

Rosemary nodded. "Good—that’s key. We have to make everything appear completely normal."

Easier said than done. Tomorrow morning, I’d be riddled with anxiety…but I’d have to hide it. "So, I play the part of the unsuspecting target." I only hoped that I didn’t wind up in a trunk again. That had been horrible and hot.

"How the hell is Carter going to pull off you taking out the garbage?" Sierra sat back and crossed her legs. "I mean, every business that serves food takes the garbage out each night. How is he going to justify a morning trash run?"

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