Blonde & Blue (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #4)(78)

“Alexa, please! You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. He’s a demon for God’s sake! Do you think he gives a damn about you? He has plans for you. Once you stop playing along, he’ll abandon you. Or worse. Eventually, you’ll have to make a choice, and I doubt it will be his side you’ll choose.”

That made me hesitate, but I tried not to show it. I didn’t doubt that Veryl knew things about Shya that I didn’t. But, I also knew he’d do anything to save his own ass.

“You know what? I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it.”

I raised the Dragon Claw and only then did panic seep into his eyes. He fought to get free of the power holding him.

“What did he offer you? What did he tell you to get you to do this? Whatever it is, it comes with a price. You can’t trust a demon.”

“Actually, I was more than happy to do this. You’re making it easier by the second.” I wasn’t letting him plant doubts in my head. He’d done enough damage over the years. “I don’t trust demons. And, I don’t trust you. Not anymore.”

I saw myself reflected in his eyes. My mane of ash blond hair was sleek and smooth, a direct contrast to my wild blue eyes. Arys’ eyes. It was still startling. But, what struck me was the ruthless glint I saw deep within them.

“He’ll drag you into the pits of hell if you let him. You have no idea what you’re getting involved in.” Veryl glared at me with a growing hate. “Don’t do something stupid that you’ll regret.”

Unwilling to hear another word, I slammed the dagger into Veryl with enough force that we both grunted. His mouth gaped, but no further sound came out. He simply stared at me in horror before dropping in a pile of ash at my feet. A puff of ash rose up to choke me. I glanced at the bloody dagger blade, shaken and wound up. The rush of what I’d just done hit hard, and I sat heavily in Veryl’s chair.

After letting it all sink in, I turned to his computer and thought, Why the hell not? I clicked around through his documents, finding most of them to be password protected or encrypted. A series of documents with various names caught my eye. My own name was part of the grouping. I cursed my inability to do much more than stare at the password prompt. After trying several possibilities, I gave up. Hacking into protected files was not my forte.

I was itching to know what was in the files with my name on them. The bastard sure made it hard to regret what I just did. Sorry, Veryl. Payback is a bitch.

So maybe I couldn’t open the folders, but I had no problem emailing them to myself. Veryl might have been secretive, but he wasn’t as technologically savvy as one might expect. I didn’t know anyone who could get into those folders, but I’d sure as hell find someone.

I shut down Veryl’s computer and called Lilah to let her know it was all over. As I left a message on her voicemail, I busied myself turning off the lights and locking up. The moon was thrumming in my veins, calling my wolf forth. My dirty work was done for the night. I had a pack run to get to.

* * * *

I ran through the forest, kicking up the earth beneath my paws. I pushed myself hard, reveling in the exertion of every muscle. Raising my nose to the wind, I searched the night air for the scent of my wolves.

I could smell them deeper in the forest. The scent of pine and earth mingled with the faint aroma of rain. The ground was still dry, but it was coming. I could feel the approaching rainfall. Of all the wonderful smells in nature, rain had to be among my favorites.

Gradually, I slowed my pace until I trotted along leisurely, slipping through the trees with grace and ease. I was lost in thought, pondering my upcoming birthday party. In just a few days, I would be another year older, something I considered a success. Every year was worth celebrating, but I wasn’t sure I agreed with Shaz’ idea of a celebration. I wasn’t sure about having a big party. For the most part, I was going along with it because I couldn’t bring myself to crush his enthusiasm.

Twenty-seven wasn’t all that old; however, I couldn’t help but wonder how many years I would have before it all caught up to me, before I died and rose as a vampire. That concept seemed so foreign as I moved through the forest as wolf. I could no longer readily accept that fate. I possessed a deep inner fear that when that time came, my wolf would cease to exist. It had taken so long to accept that I was the wolf. To think of losing that side of me was like losing myself.

It terrified me because I didn’t know what would happen. Werewolves don’t become vampires the way humans do. Biologically, it just didn’t happen. Our bodies don’t process anything the same way a human’s does. Though Arys insisted my mortality ensured the blood bond would cause me to rise again as a vampire, I had my doubts. If it were to happen the way he thought it would, I would be the only shape-shifting vampire in existence.

Shoving the thoughts from my mind, I turned my attention to the moment at hand. I cleared a fallen tree with a bound, landing lightly on the other side. A few stray twigs snapped beneath my feet. Such simple sounds, but I loved them. The wolf was in me all the time, but only in these moments did I appreciate it fully.

The stress and pain of recent events slipped away as the night wind carried me along. I made my way through the trees to the clearing where the pack gathered on nights like this. I could feel the tiny eyes of small critters watching me from the safety of the treetops. The scent of new life was everywhere as summer flourished. It was entrancing.