Page 103 of Mortal Shift
The brawny shifter paced two steps and then whirled back on his heel to us.
“Then we have to make the vamp take the accusation back.” He rubbed the knuckles of one hand in a way that left no doubt as to how he intended to do that, or how much he was going to enjoy it. And I was pretty sure Cole wouldn’t thank him for it, either—not that I could tell Jax that.
“Think again,” I snapped. “The last thing we need is both of you locked up.”
Jax scrubbed his hand across the top of his head. “Yeah, fair point. What’s the plan, then?”
I groaned and slumped back against the wall.
“Why does everyone keep expecting me to come up with plans?”
Chapter Thirty-Five
“This is a terrible plan.”
“It’s your plan,” Ling pointed out.
“Yes. That’s probably why it’s terrible.”
“You’ll get no argument from me,” Jax said, skulking along behind us. I rolled my eyes without bothering to look round, which meant it was completely wasted.
“Well, shocker. I think that’s the first time all year youhaven’twanted to argue with me.”
“What can I say?” he said with a grin in his voice. “I’m evolving.”
“You’ve got a long way to go, caveman.”
He snorted. “Says the human.”
“Are yousurewe can’t do this without him?” I asked Ling.
“Your plan, remember?”
“Well, yeah, but that wasbeforeI learned he was the only one who knows where the infirmary is.”
It was a long time since I’d been there, and frankly, I had a shit sense of direction at the best of times.
“I’m the only one who can beat that leech into retracting his accusation,” he said, with what I thought was entirely too much glee in his voice.
“Firstly, that is not the plan,” I pointed out.
“Not your plan,” he corrected me.
“And secondly,” I continued, ignoring him completely, “we don’t even know if that would work. Or if he’s conscious.”
“Or anything else at all,” Jax agreed, “Since you didn’t bother to ask.”
“I didn’t see anyone else risking their asses to defend him.”
The low rumble from Jax’s chest suggested that pissed him off as much as it did me.
“Left here,” he said abruptly, and we took the sharp corner. “Just up here, at the end of the corri—”
“Shit. Is it usually guarded?” I asked, as I clamped eyes on the two men posted outside the double doors, and Jax shook his head grimly.
“No.”
“Well, that’s just great. How are we supposed to get in there now?”
