Page 57 of Grace of a Wolf 2
"—do absolutely nothing because you need me," Lyre's voice cuts in. "We're heading to a contact who specializes in finding people who don't want to be found. She's on the move. There's no address. Just shut up and follow."
My hands tighten on the wheel again.
"Fine."
"Hey, beta dog. Hang up the phone. They're annoying me, and I'm trying to focus."
My jaw clenches as Jack-Eye hastily says, "See you soon, High Alpha," and the line clicks.
The car plunges into silence, only broken by the occasional instruction from Andrew. No arguments over street names, just general directions. Right here. Keep going straight. Left, then the next right.
Simple. Easy.
The kid's got some promise, after all.
You know,Fenris says, clearing his mental throat,Jack-Eye had outdated information. It wasn't entirely his fault.
I grunt.
And maybe I was wrong to assume he was correct,he continues, undeterred by my bad attitude.But to be fair, I'm not usually the wrong one in our relationship.
My fingers flex. "That's a terrible apology."
I never said I was apologizing.
Chapter twenty-six
Lyre: Irritating Company
LYRE
I drum my fingers against the steering wheel, counting each breath the oversized wolf takes from the passenger seat.
Inhale. Exhale. Each one sounds like someone slowly deflating a balloon made of sandpaper. If I weren't tracking the faint magical signature pulsing at the edge of my awareness, I might conjure a plastic bag just to get some peace.
"So where are we headed?" Jack-Eye asks, his voice carrying the forced politeness people use when they think you're being unreasonable.
The pulsing grows stronger, moving toward the eastern edge of the city. They're still on the move.
"I told you," I snap, taking a hard left as my tires squeal, "I don't know yet."
"Not to be difficult, but that's hard to believe." He braces one hand against the dashboard. "You're obviously drivingsomewhere."
I narrow my eyes at the road ahead, the thread of magic pulling me forward. Tracking magic is a constant annoyance, like a fish hook caught under my ribs. "If you don't shut your face in the next five seconds, I'm pulling over and kicking you to the curb."
The threat buys me approximately twenty seconds of blessed silence before he opens his mouth again.
"You're a strange woman, you know that?"
My lips curl into something too sharp to be called a smile. "Is the big, handsome wolf upset because he found a woman who doesn't fall for his charms at first sight?" I take another turn without signaling, just to watch him grab for the handle above the window.
His mouth quirks into an insufferable grin; I can see it out of the corner of my eye. "At least I know you think I'm handsome."
Blech.
Not only is he way too young for me, his conceit is nauseating. Playboys have never been my thing.
"Your ego is showing. Might want to tuck it back in before someone steps on it."
