Page 79 of Fangs for the Memories
“Damn the British. Give me Hungarian Police any day,” I grumble.
Dominik shrugs. “Could be worse. They could have shot you with a solid silver bullet. As it turns out, the one they used simply had a silver nitrate tip.”
“How did they know I was a werewolf?”
Dominik rolls his eyes, reaches down, and puts his arms under mine, heaving me into an upright position. I groan.
“Stop being so dramatic,” the vampire growls. “I always thought a silver bullet wouldn’t stop you. I think you’re indestructible, like a cockroach.”
He releases me, pulls out a folded linen handkerchief, and for a second I think he’s going to give it to me for my wound. Instead he wipes over the plastic covered mattress I’ve been lying on and sits down, leaning back with one hand resting on his stick.
Propped in the corner, I’m still as weak as a newborn pup, and it’s looking like I’m not getting away from him anytime soon.
“Shifting into your werewolf form and putting your jaws at the neck of a human generally alerts them to you being a werewolf, I find.” Dominik studies his claws.
I huff out a pained breath, attempting to gather my scattered thoughts.
“So, you dealt with your traitor?”
“I found him. He will be dealt with as I see fit. I presume you did too.”
I risk taking a peek under the cloth of my suit, in order to determine the damage the bullet has done.
“Stop that.” Dominik’s stick slaps my hand away. “Concentrate.”
“I’ve been shot. Fuck you.”
“Oh boo hoo. You’ve had worse from shaving,” Dominik growls.
I shake my head at him. I wish I hadn’t as the cell spins around me.
“You’ll need to speak to your cousin but the whole issue with the vault was a smoke screen, for both of us. They were using the fiancé of your mate in order to gain access to the British. It seems like they wanted to strike out on their own.”
“Using our networks and my goods,” I rasp, dropping my head back against the cool tiles. “I’m still not entirely convinced your rogue didn’t want the vault open. He was pretty insistent when he dropped a building on me.”
“Kept you busy though, didn’t it?”
“Kurva anyadat,” I growl. Dominik is irritatingly right. “What are the odds their contact here was Grace’s…fiancé?” I spit out the word, the mere thought of that foul human being anywhere near her turning my stomach.
“Pretty high, given he’d even decided to use their honeymoon as cover to meet with our respective traitors. After all, who honeymoons in Budapest?” Dominik raises his eyes to the ceiling of the cell.
So, Grace would have come into my orbit, regardless…
“Bet he wasn’t happy when she came on her own.”
“Apparently not. He is also a human with some influence, which is why”—Dominik taps his stick on the wall next to us—“you are in here and he is in hospital.”
“British humans do know this cell can’t hold me, don’t they?”
“No, I think they’re banking on the fact you’re out of it with the silver-ish bullet.” He shrugs. “But you’ve made enough of a mess I believe you’re going to have to talk rather than snarl your way free. Or rather I am.”
“Whyareyou here, Dominik?”
“It would appear, Ferenc, where you’re concerned, I have some sort of…” He searches for the word. “Conscience. Which is highly irritating because it means I end up in places like this.” His face sours as he looks around the cell. “Even if it’s probably a step up from your usual accommodations.”
“Fuck you, vampire.”
Instantly, I have a hand around my neck and a set of fangs in my face.
