Page 20 of A Wolf's Treasure
“Ye said they ignored ye at th’ club,” he repeated.
“They did.”
“So, wha’? They did no’ ken who ye were until ye left? That does no’ make sense. If ye scented them right off, they would’ve done th’ same with ye.”
“They saw me. One o’ them looked right at me.”
“Then why did they feel th’ need tae follow ye when ye left? And did no’ say anything tae ye when they had th’ safety o’ a crowd o’ humans around them?”
“It wasn’t me they were following. It was th’ lass I helped escape.”
Cedric stilled. “Wha’ lass?”
“I told ye on the phone I helped someone get out. What I did no’ tell ye was that she was a Fae lass.”
The prince leaned back against the couch cushions, raising one hand to his chest as though offended. “Faeries do not dance to country music.”
“Aye, they do no’. And neither did this one,” Duncan told him.
“Then what was she doing there?”
He tried to lie. He really did. She had asked him not to tell anyone about her, and when Duncan had sworn with everything in him that he would not say a word, he’d intended to keep that promise. But though he could’ve lied to the prince, it was impossible to do so against the will of his alpha. Duncan was a dominant wolf, but even he was no match for Cedric. “Watching me,” he admitted. “She’s been doin’ it for some time now.”
“What does this lass want with ye?” Cedric asked.
“I dinna ken. I think maybe she finds me…interesting?” He tried a smile. It didn’t go over very well.
Cedric studied him carefully. “Ye dare tae criticize me, when ye yerself are off seducing a Faerie lass?”
He hurried to correct him. “Och, no, Cedric. Ye have it all wrong.”
Cedric raised an eyebrow. “Yer tryin’ tae tell me ye weren’t flirtin’ with this lass?”
“No. I was no’.” For the gods sakes, he could barely form a coherent sentence when Ryanne was around. He couldn’t flirt with her if he tried.
The thought gave him pause. What if something was wrong with him? The females always found him charming, and made it easy for him to be so. Why didn’t this one?
“Then what exactly were you doing with her?” the prince asked. And though his expression gave nothing away, Duncan sensed more than the usual curiosity behind that question.
The pressure of both of their stares was heavy indeed, yet Duncan fought it as hard as he could. He’d already told them too much by admitting she was there at all.
“Duncan?”
Och. Cedric’s will pressed upon him, threatening to crush his very bones if he didn’t answer the question to his alpha’s satisfaction.
And nothing but the truth would satisfy Cedric.
“I first saw her months ago, when Lucian and I were watching Keelin’s house.”
“Th’ day ye saw Duana there?”
“Aye.” He flicked a glance at the prince, but his highness was oddly quiet.
“Wha’ was she doing there?”
“I dinna ken. When she saw I had spotted her, she ran off through th’ forest.”
“Ye did no’ follow her?”
