Chase gave me a fierce look that said I better keep my trap shut or I would find myself in deeper trouble.
“I just want to talk to her. That’s all. It’s not kidnapping,” Travis rationed.
Chase was totally getting off seeing his cousin riled. “You have such a way with girls Travis. It’s astonishing.”
Travis gave him a deeply dimpled grin. “That’s what they all say.”
“I’m gonna be sick,” I mumbled.
Chase chuckled. “What the hell are you planning to do with her?”
Travis ran an unsteady hand through his blonde hair. “I don’t know,” he replied, looking a little lost and so unlike the charmer I was used to.
“We could toss her out of the car,” I suggested.
Chase tried not to smile as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye. Then he shook his head. “You and I, Angel, we’re not done yet. I am nowhere near finished with you.”
I gulped. This time I was pretty sure there wasn’t any sexual undertones in that statement, just plain, pure exasperation.
Well, maybe a little.
Chapter 13
As soon as Chase’s car skidded to a halt in his driveway, he turned to Travis and a very livid Emma in the back. “What is the point of this Travis? Why bring her back here?” Chase asked, unable to hide the condemnation from his voice.
“What did you want me to do with her? Let her go, so she can try and kill you again?” Travis retorted.
Chase snorted like the idea was obscene. “I hope you know what you are in for. I understand it’s got to be a shock to see her –”
“A shock!” Travis cut him off. “I thought she was dead. You thought she was dead.”
“Looks like I was wrong.”
“That’s a first,” I mumbled.
He shot me with a pair of silver daggers. “I’m getting to you, just give me a minute.”
“Actually, I am beat. I was thinking about going–”
“Like hell you are,” he retorted, stopping me in my tracks.
“Get that shrew out of my car,” Chase ground with clenched teeth. He was pissed and was getting angrier by the minute. Not so good for Emma, he was seconds away from ripping her head off. He waited impatiently until Travis removed his difficult package from the backseat. I cringed as I watched Emma take a swing at Travis’s pretty boy face, following it with a heel to the shin. Chase turned those glowing eyes on me. “What were you thinking?” he yelled, rattling my brain cells. His car just wasn’t big enough for this kind of volume.
Wow, someone was ungrateful. “Last time I save your butt, you – you ungrateful ass,” I spat right back and stormed out of the car, making a beeline for the house.
He was on my heels, obviously not done reprimanding me. “Dammit Angel. You could have been hurt. Don’t. Ever. Pull a fucking stunt like that again.” His voice was cold enough to freeze hell.
Whoa. He was really pissed. Like full on demon rager.
I swallowed a lump of my own anger and pivoted on my feet to face him just inside the doorway to his house. “And you would be dead!” I replied, matching my tone with his.
My rebuttal did no good. “You could have been killed.”
And there it was – the root of his fury. Everything somehow circled back to me and him trying to keep me alive. It had to be exhausting.
A twisted laugh echoed from just inside the family room, drawing our focus off each other. “Unbelievable. I have never seen a half-breed try so hard to keep a human alive. Or for that matter a human who gets in as much trouble as you.”
I was really starting to hate Emma. Right now, my hand twitched to backhand that smartass smirk right off her rosy-cheeked face. There was only room for one smartass in this town and I had already taken the job. “Why the hell is she here again?” The question tumbled from my lips before I even thought about engaging with the enemy.
“Haven’t you heard? This town has a horrible demon infestation. I’m here to clean house,” she smirked, completely unfazed by the fact that she was being held prisoner in a house full of half-demons.
I started across the room only to be pulled up short by Chase’s firm arms around my waist. “Hey there my little hellcat, I think you have done enough for today. But I appreciate you defending my honor. I think we will let Travis take it from here. She’s his problem now.”
Emma’s eyes flickered ever so slightly at the mention of Travis’s name. “Maybe we should gag her,” I suggested sarcastically. I was going to donkey punch her. Payback for the split lip she gave me. Tit for tat and all that jazz.
Chase, having gotten over his little hissy fit, chuckled. Having a common hatred helped. We both had it in for the little hunter. I was still having a hard time believing that this girl, who was my height and skinnier than me, could be a so called hunter.
It was ludicrous.