Cold Blooded (Jessica McClain #3)

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He grumbled but looked resigned.

“Give me the keys,” I asked him out loud. Tyler reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled them out. The Safe House was only a few miles away. They could make it on foot in a few minutes. Remember, we still have this. I tapped my finger to my temple, trying my best to reassure him. Then I glanced over at Rourke, who stood frowning at Tally.

She glared back, her arms still crossed.

“Before we leave, I want you to swear an oath, witch,” Rourke said. “Or the deal is off. Covens are notorious for holding prisoners, and breaking layered wards by multiple witches is next to impossible.”

“I swear not to hold you against your will,” Tally stated evenly. “But I want a vow in return that you will do whatever we deem necessary to get my niece back, including a ransom if your wolf has failed to track her.” She narrowed her eyes. “Without doing so, you risk a war with us.”

Before Rourke could protest, I said, “I swear we will do everything we can to find your niece. Whatever it takes.”

Tally nodded once, accepting me at my word.

“Keep your wits about you, then, Jessica,” Danny quipped as he gently prodded an unhappy Tyler backward. “We’ll plan on seeing you shortly.” He winked as they took off into the night.

As they ran, their combined uncertainty jumped through my blood. Being an Alpha, even for this short time, wasn’t an easy job. The responsibility for their well-being pressed down on me. We needed to find my father soon so he could take back their Troths and fix this.

I directed my attention to Tally. “I’ll drive, because there’s no way we’re fitting in your car.”

She didn’t argue. Her silver two-door Camaro was still parked at a haphazard angle by the back door where she’d clearly spun it to a stop. The car had missed the mayhem of the Orb, but just barely. It had to have been warded against damage, because there wasn’t a scratch on it.

I walked around to the driver’s side of the Humvee with Nick following closely.

“I haven’t had a chance to tell you,” he said, reaching out to give me a quick hug, “but I’m incredibly glad to see you back so soon. It’s been quiet around here with you gone. And as much as I knew you’d make it home, seeing you not dead, broken, or battered is the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

“It’s really good to see you too,” I told him honestly, hugging him back. Nick had been my best—and only—friend growing up on the Compound, where physical strength had meant status, and we’d both had none. During our childhood we’d forged a solid, unbreakable bond and I was extremely happy to see him. “I’ll fill you in on all the details as soon as I can, but Selene is going to be gone for a very long time, in a place where she can’t touch us.”

In the Underworld, specifically.

“I knew you’d beat her.” Nick chuckled as he opened the back passenger door. “I never doubted you for a second.” He cocked his head slightly as he got in. “Well, maybe I had a few errant thoughts, but they passed quickly enough.”

I grinned as I climbed into the driver’s seat. “The battle was intense and it wasn’t very pretty.” Rourke growled his agreement as he settled in next to Nick. Selene had eviscerated him, intent on doing the greatest possible damage to us both. Images started to invade my psyche and my wolf huffed. Time to change the scenery. “Nick, after we find Marcy, the next priority will be to prepare for New Orleans.” We were due at the Vampire Queen’s to provide guard duty services in three weeks and we couldn’t go in unprepared. “I refuse to let Eudoxia gain the upper hand.”

Tally slid into the front seat and slammed the door. She raised her eyebrow at me but stayed silent. Our business wasn’t hers, and with a small nod, she acknowledged it.

The Vamp Queen’s request for us to guard her was ridiculous at best, but I had sworn a binding oath, meaning that if I didn’t deliver, bad things would happen. There was no doubt she had ulterior motives for wanting me on her home turf, so we had to prepare. I needed to know everything about vampires and how they worked. Having Naomi on my team was my ace in the hole, and between her and Nick, I hoped we could gather enough information to stay at least one step ahead.

I’d been a wolf for only a short time, but my on-the-job training had brought my skill level up exponentially in the last few weeks. I was fairly confident I could get Marcy back and survive my time with the Vamp Queen.

If not, life was about to become extremely interesting.

I turned the diesel engine over and the beast roared to life.

“By the way, where’s Ray?” Nick asked, leaning forward. Raymond Hart, the detective who’d been the bane of my existence for a very long time, had accompanied us on the journey to find Rourke. As I’d fought Selene, he’d been brutally attacked by a vampire and, right this minute, I had no idea if he was dead or alive.

“Ray is in … transition,” I said, settling on an ambiguous word. I glanced sideways at Tally. “It requires some explaining.”

I’d left Ray in the capable hands of Naomi, our vamp guide, who through an unexpected blood exchange, had not only become bonded to me, but also had become my friend and ally. Ray’s wounds may have been too severe for any kind of transformation, but I’d given her the okay to try. I’d felt I owed Ray that much. In my opinion he had the right to choose his own death. Eamon, Naomi’s brother, had ravaged him cruelly and it had been an awful way to die.

Nick nodded once without question. He knew me well enough to catch on; whether he liked the idea or not was hard to tell. He sat back in his seat, his face pensive. Ray was a tough human being, not necessarily someone you’d choose to become a supe. It’s true Ray was rough around the edges and cranky, but Nick hadn’t witnessed what he’d been capable of on the journey, as I had. In the end Ray had defended me and there had been a grudging respect growing between us. I desperately hoped, as a supe, he would come around to seeing our side of things.

If not, it was going to be a tough road. But there was no going back now.

I pulled away from the curb. “Where to?”

2

Tally directed me around a chain of lakes inside the city. Halfway around Lake of the Isles, she pointed to a huge mansion perched on the tip of a peninsula. One I’d seen a thousand times. “Pull around back,” she ordered. “The gate knows it’s me.”

I wasn’t going to question the gate’s prowess.

The long driveway disappeared as it wrapped behind the house. Once the vehicle crossed the boundary line from the street, a current of energy pulsed through my body. Strong wards were up, and if they hadn’t liked us, they would’ve slapped us back, like a flyswatter eliminating a pesky problem.

Once we were through the main gate, the backyard opened up. I followed the driveway as it curved to the left. Tall shrubs ran around the perimeter of the yard. It was completely private from any curious onlookers. Up ahead was a huge garage with three stalls. Tally snapped her wrist at the windshield, and feathery lines, almost undetectable, shot out from her fingertips.

The third garage door on the right opened.

“Drive in there.”

I maneuvered the beast into the stall with only inches to spare on either side. The moment I tugged it into park, the ground beneath us jerked and rattled and the vehicle began to sink. “I’m assuming we’re on a lift.” I angled my head at Tally, laying it on the headrest. “Either that or earthquakes have finally found the upper Midwest.”

Nick tried to roll his window down, but it was locked into place. “It’s an underground lair.” There was a hint of awe in his voice and I knew he was refraining from making a Batman joke. We didn’t have anything cool like this up in the north woods where I grew up. No need for underground lairs when you had a thousand acres separating you from the world.

“Of course the entrance is underground,” Tally said. “This is a Coven, one of the largest in the country. We protect ourselves well.”

The hydraulic lift squeaked as it came to a stop and the Humvee bounced on its gigantic tires as it settled.

The room was well lit and, unsurprisingly, held a dozen witches.

Shifters and witches were not friendly, but they weren’t exactly enemies either. Tally had already indicated she’d known who my father was before she allowed her niece to work for me, so it was not out of the question to think these witches also knew who I was. It irritated me, because for the past seven years I’d been under the assumption I’d created the perfect cover. No one had seemed to lift an eyebrow or question me at all. I’d believed my alias had been foolproof. But I’d been mistaken.

The supernatural community had indeed been onto me, possibly from the beginning. I knew this for certain, because the day after I’d become the first female wolf on the planet, I’d been brutally attacked. The rogue attack had been planned, and if that wasn’t enough, I’d found out my building super had been a supe himself. We were still trying to figure out who he was and who he’d worked for, but it had been no accident he’d been chosen for the job.

“We’re not getting out to a roomful of hostiles,” Rourke said, his voice low, broaching no arguments.

“Cool your jets.” Tally opened her door. “They’re harmless unless I tell them otherwise.”

“I can taste their power from here,” he said. “And it’s far from harmless. They’re primed and ready to go. Tell them to stand down or we don’t move.”

I glanced back at Rourke and raised a brow. I wasn’t going to argue with him, but I wasn’t detecting the same threat. I inhaled, pulling air lightly over my tongue. Their combined power prodded against my senses, but it didn’t raise any internal alarms. Not like Selene or the Demon Lord had. My wolf hadn’t even bothered to get up to investigate once the lift had stopped. Am I missing something? I asked my wolf. She lifted her muzzle and gave a gratuitous sniff. Alrighty, then. You know, we can’t afford to keep barreling into trouble because you think we’re above the threat. I need to be aware of everything, and once we have the data, we can make an informed decision together. She was my internal radar, my supernatural sensor, and she hadn’t triggered a warning when Tally had broken into my office, and Tally was a definite threat. My wolf was clearly taking a more relaxed stance than she should. You know, just because we’re strong doesn’t mean—