“Oh, you are.” She hugged him, then turned to Phineas.“What should we do now?”
“Leave. Nice to meet you, Nate.” Phineas grabbed Brynley’s arm and escorted her from the room.
“Be careful!” Nate called after them.
“We will, thanks!” Brynley yelled back as Phineas led her across the foyer and out the front door.
She fumbled in her handbag for the car keys. “Shall we drive back to the cabin?”
“We’ll drive.” But not back to the cabin. If his vampire mind control had failed on Kyle, then Brynley’s father would soon know she was in Wyoming. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out she was probably staying at her brother’s cabin.
She climbed into the driver’s seat and gave him a surprised look as he teleported into the passenger seat. “Why’d you do that?”
“A precaution. This location is now embedded in my psychic memory.”
“Oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “You look worried.”
“Everything will be cool.” He smiled at her, but he was worried. Worried that he’d screwed up and left too many loose ends. He should have erased Nate’s memory. And John Brighton’s, too. “Drive to the nearest town.”
“That would be Ten Sleep.” She headed down the driveway to the Carson ranch entrance. “Why are we going there?”
“It’s close by.” Phineas shrugged when she shot him an annoyed look. He had to protect her. And the best way to do that was to get her the hell out of Dodge.
He remained quiet until they arrived in Ten Sleep, where he spotted a grocery store with a parking lot. “Pull in here. Park over there.” He pointed to a dark spot close to a tree.
“The store is closed,” she objected, but did as she was told. She turned off the engine and looked at him. “What are we doing here?”
“We’ll overnight the keys to your friend, and she can pick up the car here tomorrow.” Phineas climbed out. “Lock up and bring your purse.” He shut the door and strode toward the dark shadow of the tree.
She scrambled out of the car and swung her handbag onto her shoulder. “Tell me the plan.”
“Come here.”
With a huff, she strode toward him. “We’re partners, remember? We should plan together.”
He scanned the area. No one in sight. “The plan is to keep you safe.” He wrapped his arms around her and teleported.
Chapter Fourteen
As soon as Brynley materialized, she realized she wasn’t in Wyoming anymore. Her inner wolf tensed, and she pulled away from Phineas. “Where are we?”
“Romatech Industries.” Phineas motioned toward the nearby building.
“In New York?” Her gaze swept over the building, the gazebo and well-manicured garden, then shifted to the woods. She winced. “What happened to that poor tree?”
“Nothing.”
She turned to Phineas. “Why did you bring me here? I want to go back to Wyoming.” Her inner wolf snarled, demanding to return home.
“It’s not safe.”
“It should be,” she insisted. “Didn’t you erase Kyle’s memory?”
“I’m not a hundred percent sure that it worked. When I tapped into his brain, it seemed kinda weird to me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying werewolves have weird brains?”
“I wouldn’t dare. Not with you glaring at me like that. What I mean is I think the dude was on something.”
“Drugs?”
Phineas tilted his head as he considered. “I would say steroids.”
“Oh.” Brynley nodded her head slowly. “He did seem a lot more muscular than when I last saw him. Becoming a werewolf wouldn’t automatically add all that bulk.”
“And he was acting like a prick.”
She snorted. “Unfortunately, that’s not a new development. He’s always had a chip on his shoulder. Racked up some bad gambling debts he couldn’t pay off, so Nate offered to buy his half of the ranch for twice what it was worth. Kyle took the money to pay his debts, but he’s always resented his brother for coming to the rescue.”
“What an ass.”
“Yeah. I can’t believe he’s a werewolf now.” Just what the Lycan world needed—another mean, overbearing male like her father. “I still want to go back to Wyoming.”
“I’m not sure the cabin is safe for you now.” Phineas led her toward the side entrance. “Is it unusual for a mortal to become a werewolf?”
“Yes. Most mortals have no idea we exist. And we don’t go around telling people. Or biting people. We keep to ourselves. Usually if a mortal is changed, it’s because he was bitten by a werewolf who was forced to defend himself.”
Phineas swiped his ID card, then opened the door for her. “It sounds like Nate’s new neighbor is a werewolf, and he might be the one who changed Kyle.”
“The guy who bought the Haggerty ranch?” She walked down the hall, trying to remain calm even though her inner wolf was growing increasingly agitated. “Can you take me back tonight?”
“And risk your father capturing you? I thought you were terrified of that.”
“I am.” Unfortunately, the wolf didn’t care. It was growling inside her. “Aren’t we supposed to be hunting Corky? We can’t do that if we stay here. She might be at the Haggerty ranch.”
“I’ll do it alone. I’m not putting you at risk.”
She came to a stop. “You don’t want me to guard you anymore?”
“I can teleport back here for my death-sleep. I’ll just have to keep track of the sunrise.”
She grabbed hold of his arm. “You don’t understand. I have to go back. I need to. Especially tomorrow night for the full moon.”
“You can shift at the school. Or I’ll take you to Howard’s cabin in the Adirondacks. You know, the place where you guarded Marielle.”
“No!” She squeezed his arm. “One night at home. My wolf needs it. It’s growling inside me, Phineas. I feel like it’ll claw its way out my throat if I don’t do what it says!”
“Okay!” He eyed her warily. “Sheesh. I didn’t realize it was so demanding.”
“I need to do what it wants. Please.”
He nodded slowly. “I’m just worried about your father finding you.”
“Believe me, if I roam around the Bighorn National Forest, no one would ever find me. Unless I wanted them to. It’s over a million acres.”
“Okay. We’ll figure something out.” He spun toward a door that opened, then relaxed with a smile.
The guy who came out looked like a skinny, younger version of Phineas.
“Hey, bro. I didn’t expect you back tonight.” He gave Phineas a knuckle pound, then turned to Brynley, his dark brown eyes twinkling. “You must be the wolfie-girl.”
“I’m Brynley.” She shook his hand. “You must be Freemont.”
“You got it! I’m Da Freeze, the Ice Man.” He motioned toward the open door. “Welcome to my humble working quarters. It’s a busy night at Vampireville. Lots of people stopping by. I use the term people loosely, you understand.”
Brynley followed him and Phineas into the office and found three more people—two men and a beautiful redheaded woman. They looked familiar, but she’d never socialized much in the Vamp world and couldn’t recall their names.
The woman grinned and grabbed her hand. “You must be Phil’s sister! I’m Lara di Venezia. And this is my husband, Jack.”
“How do you do?” Jack shook her hand.
“I am Zoltan Czakvar.” The third man took her hand and bowed over it. He was a striking man with shoulder-length dark hair and almond-shaped amber eyes.
“Hey, dudes.” Phineas gave Zoltan and Jack knuckle pounds. “Dudette.” He gave Lara a hug. “So did you guys just arrive?”
“A few hours ago,” Jack said. “We’ve been catching up on reports. Angus thinks you’re following a strong lead in Wyoming.”
“Yes,” Zoltan agreed. “We were just about to call you to see if we could join you there.”
“Why don’t
we all go?” Brynley turned to Phineas with a beseeching look.
“The cabin may not be safe for you.” Phineas quickly explained the situation. “I don’t know if my mind control worked on Kyle.”
“We’ll never know if we don’t go back,” Brynley insisted.
“She has a point,” Lara said. “We can’t tell if her father’s been informed if we stay here.”
“If my father knows, he’ll send some of his goons to Phil’s cabin,” Brynley added.
“Then I’ll go and see if anyone comes looking for you,” Jack suggested.
“I shall go, too,” Zoltan offered.
“Is there a television there?” Lara asked. “I want to go, but I don’t want to miss Maggie and Darcy’s new show.”
“What new show?” Jack asked.
Lara huffed. “I told you about it a dozen times. It’s the latest celebrity talk show on DVN. Real Housewives of the Vampire World. The debut is tonight!”
“I tried to forget that,” Jack muttered.
“I know.” Lara gave him an exasperated look, then turned to Brynley. “Maggie asked if we would do the next show at our palazzo in Venice.”
“Wow,” Brynley breathed. “You have a palazzo?”
“Yes!” Lara’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “It would look fantastic on television. And I could show off all my favorite places in Venice.”
“It’s an invasion of privacy,” Jack grumbled.
“Heather and Jean-Luc did the show for tonight,” Lara said. “If they can do it, why can’t we?”
Jack gritted his teeth. “We’ll talk about this later. For now, we need discuss who is going to Phil’s cabin in Wyoming.”
“You, me, and Zoltan,” Lara answered. She glanced at Brynley. “There’s a television, right?”
“Yes.” Brynley nodded. “In the basement.” She turned to Phineas. “I want to go, too.”
“No.” He held up a hand when she started to argue. “Think it through. If your father’s minions show up at the cabin and find these three guys watching television, they’ll just think they made a mistake and leave. But if you’re there, they’ll attempt to take you, by force if necessary, and it’ll turn into a battle. Do you want to risk any of these guys getting wounded or killed?”
Brynley swallowed hard. She hardly knew Lara, Jack, and Zoltan. She assumed they’d fought in the battles at Mount Rushmore like she had, but she’d been in wolf form at the time and too involved in the battle to pay them any mind. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. Even without me there, my father’s men might give you some trouble.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jack told her.
“We are pleased to be of service,” Zoltan added.
Lara touched her arm. “We’re all one big family here. We’re happy to help—”
“But I’m not . . . one of . . .” Brynley started.
“You’re Phil’s sister,” Jack said. “You are one of us. And we look out for our own.”
Brynley’s heart squeezed in her chest. A family that truly cared and protected one another? Instead of using one another as pawns? It was a beautiful thought. And it struck a deep need inside her that had long been neglected. This was the way a pack should act. Truly caring for one another. Never banishing boys who showed great potential. Never treating women like bargaining chips.
“Hot damn!” Freemont punched a fist in the air. “We’re like the Musketeers! All for one, and one for all!”
Everyone chuckled except Brynley, who blinked to keep tears from crowding her eyes. All this time she’d hated the Vamps, but they were willing to endanger themselves to protect her. They considered her family.
“I’ll teleport you guys to the cabin so you’ll know the way,” Phineas offered. He patted Brynley on the shoulder. “I’ll be back soon.”
She nodded, her face averted so no one would know she was struggling not to cry.
Phineas turned off the alarm system, then teleported away with Zoltan. While the rest of them waited, Brynley explained their theory that Corky might be hiding at a ranch once owned by the Haggertys. And that the new owner might be a werewolf.
“I’ll see what I can find out.” Freemont sat at the desk and started a search on the computer.
Phineas and Zoltan reappeared in the office, then teleported away, taking Jack and Lara with them.
Less than a minute later, Phineas materialized and turned the alarm system back on. “Everything’s set. Zoltan took the first watch on the porch, and Jack and Lara are in the basement watching television.”
Brynley nodded. She still ached to return, but she knew this arrangement was for the best. “I can still go back tomorrow night for the full moon, right?”
“I believe so. Like you said, it’s a big place. We should be able to find someplace safe for you to shift.”
“Thank you.” Her inner wolf grew calm, and she smiled with a sudden comforting feeling of peace. The wolf was happy, and she was happy to be surrounded by people who were willing to help her. “By the way, your brother’s investigating the Haggerty ranch on the computer.”
“Great.” Phineas gave his brother a thumbs-up.
“I got it going on,” Freemont murmured, his eyes focused on the monitor. “The Ice Man is too cool for school.”
“Speaking of ice, would you like some ice cream?” Phineas asked her. “I could take you to the cafeteria.”
“Oooh, it’s never too late for a red-hot date,” Freemont whispered.
Phineas shot an annoyed look at his brother, then turned to Brynley. “The cafeteria is closed, but the soft-serve ice cream machine is always working.”
“Oooh, a little chocolate swirl for the wolfie-girl.”
“Enough, Freemont,” Phineas growled.
Brynley bit her lip to keep from grinning.
Freemont’s mouth twitched. “Ooh, look who’s pissed, when he’d rather be kissed.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Phineas grabbed Brynley and led her out the door.
“Wishing you luck,” Freemont called after him. “So you’ll have a good—”
Phineas whirled around to glare at him.
“—time on your date,” Freemont finished, his eyes twinkling.
“I’m sure we will.” Brynley grinned as she looped her arm through Phineas’s. “Our first date, Phin.”
His dark chocolate eyes gleamed. “Let’s do it, Bryn.”
“Look what I found in the kitchen.” Phineas set a chocolate brownie on the table next to Brynley’s bowl of chocolate swirl ice cream and glass of milk.
She smiled at him. “You’re spoiling me.”
“I hope so.” Anything to keep her mind off going back to Wyoming tonight. He sat beside her and plunked his bottle on the table.
“Where is everybody?” She pinched off a corner of the brownie and popped it into her mouth.
“Most of the night shift are Vamps, so we don’t use the cafeteria very much.”
She sniffed when he twisted the top off his bottle. “That smells like beer.”
“It’s Bleer, a mixture of beer and synthetic blood.”
Her mouth twitched. “Shouldn’t you be drinking Blardonnay?”
He winced. “Don’t tell anyone, but I don’t really like Blardonnay very much.”
She grinned and spooned some ice cream into her mouth. “Well, you do a great job on the commercials. Do you have a lot of fans fawning all over you?”
He shrugged. “A few.”
She pointed the spoon at him. “I think it embarrasses you to be a sex symbol.”
He made a face. “It’s kind of . . . artificial. I want to be liked for the real me.”
“I sure understand that.” She took another bite of ice cream. “I hate it when people pretend to like me because I’m Caddoc Jones’s daughter. I want to be liked for the real me, too.”
“I do like you just the way you are,” he reminded her, and she looked away, her cheeks growing pink.
He touched a lock
of hair that rested on her shoulder. It was silky smooth against his fingertips. “I’m beginning to think we have a lot in common. We can both live for a long time. We have lousy fathers. We lost our mothers.”
“We’re both survivors,” she whispered. “Wounded souls.”
That seemed a little dramatic. He swiveled in his chair to face her. “What wounded your soul, Brynley?”
Her face grew pale. “I-it’s just an expression.” She bit off a chunk of the brownie. “This is so good. Thank you.”
“Brynley. I told you my story. Why won’t you share yours?”
She swallowed and sipped some milk from her glass. “I don’t talk about it. To anyone.” She avoided looking at him, and focused on the flat-screen television mounted on a wall.
Someone must have hurt her bad. It made him angry just to think about it. “I’m not just anyone.”
“You’re . . . you’re on TV!” She pointed at the flat screen.
He frowned at the Blardonnay commercial that had just started.
“Quick!” She shoved at his shoulder. “Turn up the volume!”
With a frustrated groan, he zipped over to the TV and punched the volume button.
“Hello, ladies,” his voice filled the room.
Brynley grinned at him. “I love it!”
He shook his head and returned to the table with the remote control. She giggled when he said he had the family jewels in his hand.
He grunted and took a long swig of Bleer. He’d come so close to getting past her defenses until he’d been interrupted by himself.
“Oh look.” She gestured at the flat screen. “It’s the show Lara was talking about. Real Housewives of the Vampire World.”
On the television screen, Maggie was standing with Heather Echarpe, who was introducing her husband and children.
“Of course, everyone knows that Jean-Luc is a famous fashion designer,” Heather said, glancing at her husband with adoring eyes. “But he’s so much more. A wonderfully loving husband and father.”
Jean-Luc shifted his weight, looking uncomfortable.
“And these are your children?” Maggie asked.
“Yes.” Heather drew a pretty girl close to her. “This is our daughter, Bethany.”
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