Page 33 of Death Warden
“Because you insist on going everywhere on that monstrosity of yours.”
I don’t think she understands what being a Grave Spirit means. I don’t think she cares. Oh gods, I have to mate with this woman. Sometimes I hate being a Wynter. Old bloodlines come with responsibilities, and as I haven’t found my fated mate yet, my father is adamant I take Chrissy as a chosen mate to forge an alliance between the Wynters and the Blakes, another prominent hellhound family.
It’s his way of punishing me for joining the Grave Spirits, and most days it’s fine. Chrissy is a social butterfly, a good conversationalist, beautiful with her golden hair and sexy pout, but she’s also self-centered and spoiled.
Adi’s heart-shaped face comes to mind. Green eyes flecked with emerald shards, bright with intelligence and determination. She’s a hunter, a fighter. I feel it in her presence. A thrum beneath my skin, the kind that happens when I shift and run with the Grave Spirits.
I have to go help her if I can.
I push back my seat and Chrissy glares at me in shock, as if she can’t believe I’m about to follow through and leave.
“Logan?” Her bottom lip trembles.
A few months ago, I’d have caved, but I know this tactic for the manipulation it is. “The MC comes first, Chrissy. You know that.”
I stride toward the door and step into the night. I’m almost at my bike when I hear the clip of heels behind me.
“I’m coming with you.” She clips furiously toward her car, parked behind my bike.
The noose around my throat tightens a fraction. “Great, fucking great.”
I gun the engine and shoot off down the road, wanting to put some distance between us while I still can.
* * *
ADI
Logan examined Fin’s pulse, took his blood pressure, and checked beneath his eyelids. He looked smart in fancy slacks and a navy shirt. He’d rolled the sleeves up, exposing inked forearms. Intricate lines that made up a pattern I couldn’t decipher.
“He’s stable,” he said. “In a healing sleep, it seems. Whatever happened put a huge strain on his body. He’s recovering from shock.”
I resisted the urge to wring my hands like some damsel in a romance novel. “He’s a cat-sith. He’s always been in cat form. I don’t get it.”
“Frostgate isn’t like other places, Adi. There’s immense power here, running beneath the earth and saturating the air.”
“The leylines…”
“Yes. They attract souls and creatures hungry for power. They can bind, heal, or set free. My theory is that your cat-sith was bound to his animal form and coming here somehow set him free.”
“Bound…Someone tied him to the cat form?”
Logan shrugged a shoulder. “It’s my best guess until he wakes and we can speak to him.”
I’d be having words with Tobias. He had to know about this.
“You called him back for this?” the woman by the door said.
I’d almost forgotten she was here.
“We can call him back for whatever the fuck we want,” Curo snapped.
The woman flinched but then her eyes narrowed to slits. “Don’t talk to me like that. You have no right, you freak.”
Anger bloomed in my chest. “Hey!”
Her gaze shot to meet mine.
“Don’t talk tohimlike that, and get the hell out of my room. You weren’t invited.”
