Page 57 of Cold Foot Revenge
There was a snarl in her throat, and in the dark, Dylan pulled her closer to him.
Roxy lay there, staring at the pattern of the wallpaper as her eyes adjusted to the dark, every sense alert.
The room was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner, and the steady breathing and heartbeat of Dylan as he slept behind her.
Run.
There it was again. Her coyote was awake and agitated. Even now, Roxy’s skin tingled with the urge to Change. Why?
Carefully, Roxy slid out from under Dylan’s arm and sat up in bed, her ears alert. Her heart was pounding so hard, but what for? She was safe here with Dylan. There was no one in the room besides her and Dylan. She would sense them if there were, but the coyote was telling her something was off.
The sound of Dylan’s phone vibrating on the bedside table next to her was deafening in the silence. She flinched, but it was just a text message for Dylan. Nothing more.
Perhaps it was Wreck, or Garret needing to talk to him. Maybe Wreck was delayed on his trip here or something. She leaned over and grabbed the phone to hand it to Dylan, but the text was right there, lighting up the screen.
It was from an unknown number, and the text chilled her blood.
Come outside.
Roxy sat there frozen. If it was Wreck or Garret or the guy, Tawk, Dylan had mentioned, he would have the number saved. Right?
Now.Another text lit up the screen, and an overwhelming sense of dread moved through her like a tornado.
Run, the coyote whispered.
Slowly, Roxy set the phone on the bed and slid out from under the covers, careful not to wake Dylan.
Something was happening. Something wasn’t right.
As she padded over to the window, she tugged the edges of Dylan’s T-shirt down, just needing something to do with her hands. Her fingertips tingled with the urge to Change as she touched the fabric of the curtain and pushed it open by inches.
Grave’s glowing eyes were there.
With a gasp, she froze completely, unable to move a single muscle.
His eyes glowed orange, and he was backlit by the single streetlamp on the other side of the parking lot. He lifted his phone to the window, and terrified, she read what he’d written onto a note there.
Come outside and I will let him live.
Chills rippled up and down her spine. It was Grave. He hadn’t been able to reach her because her phone was in the bag he took, so he’d somehow tracked Dylan’s number down, which meant…Grave knew who he was.
Grave looked big, and monstrous with all that anger in his glowing eyes. Behind him, a pair of grizzlies paced the parking lot, and near Grave’s black expedition, Leech and Donnie stood waiting.
She and Dylan didn’t stand a chance here.
Shit.
Grave, pressed the palm of his hand to the window, and then drew it back in a rush, fist clenched like he would shatter the window.
She held up her hands in surrender. He was going to come in whether she wanted him to or not. He would come right through the window if she didn’t do something.
Behind her, Dylan still slept soundly. She wished she could be in bed with him, oblivious to the world. Senses dull, dreaming of normal human things.
It wasn’t fair. Not that he was human, but that she hadn’t been able to spend enough time with him. Anything less than a lifetime was too little.
She inhaled a shaky breath and held a finger up to Grave. She gave in. She gave up. Anything to keep Dylan safe.
The Cold Foot Crew wasn’t due to be here until hours from now. The timing had been off, and Dylan didn’t have backup against the Grit-Bron Crew. The only thing that stood in between him and certain, painful death…was her.
