Page 3 of Crossed Fates
He scowled at me, his face warped by his frown and lowered brows. “Watch it, bitch. It just might,” he snarled.
“I’ll never understand why people think it’s an insult to call me exactly what I am.”
“A female dog?” He rolled his eyes.
“No.” I let my wolf close to the surface, allowing the little shit to see her in my eyes as she pushed to be released. “A vindictive, aggressive woman with deadly aim.Anda female wolf.”
Sir Wanna-Bite opened his mouth to issue a rebuttal but was cut off when the hybrid spoke. “Enough, Luther.”
Luther?I rolled my eyes. “Sir Wanna-Bite” is so much more fun.
The vamp sneered at me, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hatred and lust. I simply smiled pleasantly, needling him because that was how I got my kicks.
Hulk’s phone rang, interrupting my witty repartee. He retrieved it from his pocket and answered immediately. “Vex.”
I blinked.Seriously? Why are you all ruining my nicknames?
“Is it safe to talk?” the caller asked.
“Yeah, it’s just Luther here right now,” Vex—ugh—replied.
And me,I thought with a mental wave.But yes, please continue treating me as insignificant. Just a shifter with wolf hearing over here.
Hopefully, this caller would finally give me something to work off of.
“Good. The silver package has been delivered,” said the caller. “They should be dead by morning.”
Silver? What the hell does that have to do with auctioning girls?
“Did you let the boss know?” Vex asked.
“Yeah.”
Ah, shit.Those were words I didn’t want to hear. I thought the hybrid was the boss. Now I had to go through him to find out who really ran this show.Fuck a duck.
I added the boss’s identity to the information I intended to extract from these gullible idiots. I also wanted more details about the silver package. It seemed strange that a shifter, half-breed or not, would mess with something so toxic. Which meant it had to be important.
“Anything else?” Vex asked.
“Yeah. Boss saw your new catch on the surveillance feed. He says he wants you to hold on to her for him. Something about striking a chord of familiarity, if you feel me.”
Vex glanced at me and grunted. “The chatty one?”
The caller chuckled. “Pretty redhead.”
“Her mouth isn’t all that pretty.” Vex’s irises flared an eerie red color as he studied me. “But all right.”
“I’ll be in touch.” The caller hung up.
Vex set the phone on the table and then lifted his chin at Luther. “Go get Neo.”
Luther threw me what I assumed was supposed to be a threatening scowl but looked more like a pout, then scampered up the stairs.
“I assume that all means you can’t sample the goods?” No sense in hiding my enhanced hearing now that he’d finished talking.
Vex’s shoulders stiffened, and he grunted as he stomped back over to his seat at the table.
“That’s unusual, huh?”
