Page 64 of Fangs for the Memories
“No point.” I drop my head back. “He’s already made us the target for the rogue, more than we ever were, and for any other monster which decides opening the vault is a good idea.”
Viktor taps his finger against his lips, making a rasping sound.
“We can go to pack headquarters, regroup, tackle this new vamp directly.”
“The last thing I want to do is isolate us. It’s bad enough he chose to attack me on my own turf, in my own city. If we get out into the countryside…” I run my hand over my face. “There’sbeen enough lives lost in the age old battle between vamps and wolves. I won’t start a war.”
“Then what do we do?” Viktor asks, a reassuring statue in my life.
I take in a deep breath, hating what I have to say with all my heart.
“I need to get Grace away from here. No matter what we do, this vamp is coming for us. There is going to be a fight, even if it’s not a war. One I know we will win, but I don’t want her involved.” I dig my claws into the wooden top of my desk in an attempt not to destroy everything in the room.
“She won’t like that,” Viktor says.
Good sense deserts me. I’m at his stone throat faster than either of us can blink.
“Don’t you think I know that? If there was any other choice…” I snarl but back down as he doesn’t move or react.
Which is the worst part of attacking a gargoyle. You never know what they’re going to do next.
“Does Grace not get a choice?” Viktor says quietly.
I didn’t think it was possible to hate anyone more in this moment than myself, but Viktor is doing his level best to prove me wrong by telling me the truths I don’t want to hear.
“She’s human.”
“She’s your mate.”
We glare at each other for too long.
“Gargoyles rarely mate. I know of only one, but I do know that when they do, they will sacrifice everything,everythingfor their female,” he says. “But they would never make their decisions for them.”
I curl my lip and stand.
“Fine.FINE.I’ll ask her what she wants to do, but if it doesn’t involve getting on a plane and going back to England, whereI know the vamps won’t follow, then it’s happening anyway, understand?”
“It’s not me you need to convince, boss,” Viktor rasps, following me back through the apartment to the living room, where there is only a cold cup of coffee on the table.
“Grace?” I call her name, but there’s an icy feeling in my stomach as I walk through the various rooms looking for her.
She is not here. Her coat is missing, along with her boots. I race to the ground floor and grab hold of my driver.
“Where is she?” I snarl.
“Who?”
“Wrong answer.” I fail to hold back my shift, fabric ripping as I become my werewolf and my jaws close around his throat.
Which is when I feel the cold stone around my neck.
“Ferenc, he’s the one to see her last,” Viktor says in my ear, his words making it through my blind rage.
I release the wolf, who drops to the floor, his throat bleeding but not torn.
“Where is Grace?” I punctuate my words with a swift kick in his abdomen.
He coughs and writhes. “She said…she was going for a walk,” he forces out as fast as he can.
