Page 18 of Demon Huntress
“So, there’s a good chance these guys don’t even know who you are, and they just want me,” Cass said, stepping back from the window.
Who doesn’t?
“I’ve got a plan,” Flash said, grinning. Slade cringed, waiting to hear his best friend’s solution. He was pretty sure it was going to involve an unbelievable amount of violence and risk. Flash was also difficult to talk out of something once he had a course of action stuck in his head.
“I’ll go through the garage and find that novelty blow-up doll and take her for a ride in the Porsche,” Flash said. “If they’re after Cass, the van should follow me.”
“You think I can be that easily mistaken for a blow-up doll?” Cass asked dryly. Flash laughed.
“It’s got a nice blonde wig. If I wrap a coat around it and prop it up on the front seat, I don’t think anyone will be able to tell the difference.”
“I’m positively insulted,” Cass muttered, her grin showing she was more amused than insulted.
“I like the plan,” Slade said, relieved that Flash’s idea didn’t involve bolting across the lawn and hurling Molotov cocktails at the unknown vehicle.
“Thanks,” Flash said, laughing. “You don’t always support my plans.”
“This one is decent,” Slade answered.
“I can keep them busy for hours if need be,” Flash said. “If they don’t like following me around, I’ll park in an alley and jump around to steam up the windows.”
“Flash,” Slade muttered, putting a hand over his face. Flash just laughed, and to Slade’s surprise, Cass did too.
“If it doesn’t follow, then we have our answer,” Cass said, peeking through the curtains again. “You can circle back, and we’ll coordinate to take these guys out properly.”
“If it does chase Flash, then we can slip out in one of the other cars,” Slade said. “We’ll head upstate to my friend, the chemistry whiz, and get these pages analyzed.”
“Let’s get on it,” Flash said. “I don’t want to give these guys any time to plan anything or make a move on us.”
Slade watched Flash head out the door, and he and Cass waited, watching the van. After a few minutes, Flash took off through the garage doors and headed for the main road. A few seconds after the Porsche had passed, the van followed it.
“That answers that question,” Cass whispered. “It is me they want.”
“Does it bother you?” Slade asked. Cass shook her head.
“Not really. I mean, it does, but we’ve got more important things to take care of right now. Obviously, I want to know who it is and why they want me. They’ll show their intentions sooner or later, though. Will Flash be okay by himself?”
“Are you kidding me?” Slade laughed. “He’ll have a great time. The biggest worry here is that he gets bored, pulls them into a fight, and tears them to shreds before we find out what they want.”
Cass laughed softly. “Always such a rage machine.”
Slade lost his smile immediately, shaking his head slowly.
“Not always. But let’s not dwell on that right now. We have things to do.”
Cass agreed, and they headed to the garage to get into Slade’s Cadillac SUV. As they pulled out onto the road, Slade noticed that Cass was tense, sitting as far away from him as she could with her arms folded. He was excited to spend a bit of time alone with her, and he wondered if she was nervous about being with him.
The situation with Flash. That’s got to be it.
“You don’t need to worry,” Slade said, trying to put her at ease. “Flash isn’t the jealous type, and neither am I.”
He glanced over and saw her big, blue eyes focused on him. She looked curious but still guarded.
“In fact, I think you might be fated to be with us … both of us. You could be our mate.”
Cass laughed, a sudden, loud noise that cracked the silence apart.
“Then your fate sucks,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not the most pleasant person to be around, and my life is extremely dangerous.”
