Page 41 of Poison Ivy
“Both of us. The people we work for are… not nice, little shifter.”
“You don’t fucking say.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You don’t even know the half of it.”
“Well, thanks for the shirt and the use of your computer. I need to get home and get showered.”
“Hmm.”
I brush past him as I head for the front door.
“Be careful out there, Ivy. Those guys you seem to be entangled with are trouble.”
“This whole life is trouble.”
“Not like them. They are a complication you don’t need.”
No kidding.
“Yeah, I know. I’ll see you around.” I open the front door and peer out. Not seeing any rabid dark fae hotties roaming around, I take my chances and bolt down the pavement towards home, not happy about how this night went. Not at all.
21
TATE
Torin tapsinto his phone on the passenger seat, and I shoot him a glare. “How can you be so calm? We just left her there.”
Torin shrugs. “She’s a big girl. I’m sure she can handle herself.”
“That’s not the point,” I snap. “We should go back and check on her.”
“Why? So you can fuck her again?” Torin smirks. “On second thoughts, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”
I grip the steering wheel, fighting the urge to punch that smug look off his face. “This isn’t about sex. The game has gone too far this time.”
“You’re getting a conscience?”
His surprise isn’t shocking. This is a whole new side to me that is foreign, and I don’t like it. And weirdly, this isn’t even about Poison. It’s about Ivy. I know they are the same girl now. Iknowit in myblood, in my soul. I don’t know how I know, I just do. And that makes this different. That girl… Ivy… is something special. She hides behind Poison and not just for her work, but to protect herself.
Checking the mirrors before I make a wide U-turn, I slam my foot down and head back the way we came. “It’s not about getting a conscience,” I growl. “It’s about being smart. We left an assassin who just killed a high-profile vampire, alone and vulnerable. That’s fucking stupid. Do you think she, or worse, her bosses, are going to let us forget that? Especially if she gets hurt?” There is no way I’m coming clean about Poison and Ivy to him just yet. I might know in my heart, and knowing I followed Ivy out of her house to Vex’s and then to Nox, but she was nowhere in sight, and Poison was, isn’t enough to spill the details, yet. Evidence is everything.
Torin sighs. “Fine,” he says finally. “But we’re not her fucking bodyguards. We get her somewhere safe, and then we’re done.”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. The relief flooding through me at the thought of making sure Ivy is okay is unsettling. I shouldn’t care this much. But I do.
As we approach the spot where we left her, my stomach drops. She’s gone.
“Fuck,” I mutter, stopping the car and getting out. “Where the hell did she go?”
Torin gets out as well, sniffing the air. His eyes narrow. “Bram was here.”
Ice floods my veins. “Recently?”
He nods, a grim look on his face. “Very. And there are traces of dark fae magick all over the place.”
“Shit,” I hiss, kicking out at the tyre. “You and I both know what he is capable of and how much he wants her. We need to find her. Now.”
Torin raises an eyebrow. “And how do you propose we do that? If he wants her all to himself, he will make sure no one finds them.”
