Full Blooded

“You already know why I’m here.”

 

 

“Do you honestly think I’d be sitting here if I knew?” I cocked my head, making my own show of giving him a once-over. “I’m assuming you’re not going to break my neck in front of the after-work crowd at dinnertime, but other than that, your sudden appearance in this city is unclear. No more circles, Rourke. I want to know exactly why you’re here.” I tapped my index finger on top of the bar to emphasize my point. “Right here, right now. With me.”

 

He waited before answering. Then he leaned forward, his huge leather-clad arms brushing my fingertips. “I’m here, beautiful, because I was hired by an extremely interested party to retrieve all the information possible, and by whatever means necessary”—his voice lowered to a soft, gravelly purr—“about the only female werewolf in town.”

 

I sucked in a breath.

 

Motherfucker. “Are you implying I’m a werewolf?” I gave a caustic laugh. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You may have me a bit confused with being the daughter of a werewolf, which I am, as you well know.” I wasn’t worried about being overheard. The noise level in the bar was enough to cover the conversation. The fact that Rourke knew I was a wolf was more than a bit staggering. “Your employer must have their facts wrong.”

 

He threw his head back and laughed.

 

I folded my arms across my chest and slapped on a pissy expression.

 

When he was done with his fit of mirth, he motioned for the bartender. “Bring us a round.” He held up two fingers. He turned back to me, his eyes still crinkled at the corners. “Listen, even if I hadn’t heard it with my own two ears, on good authority, I’d still have known you were a wolf from the moment you walked through those doors. Your power climbed up my skin like a bad rash, and your scent is so powerful, I’m surprised these humans around us”—he jerked his thumb absentmindedly—“aren’t coming up to congratulate you on your recent change.”

 

Harrumph. “Very funny.” I narrowed my eyes. “Now you get to tell me how you got your hands on this very secret and extremely unsubstantiated information in such a short amount of time.”

 

“A pro never divulges his sources.” He winked. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

 

I leaned forward in my seat. “You’re kidding me, right? Then why meet me here at all? Why tell me your real name? If you’re so notorious, why didn’t you just take what you wanted by force? Isn’t that your usual mode of operation: snatch and grab and ask questions later? Instead, we’re sitting here—at your request—so we can … what? Chat about the fucking score of a ball game? You came to me, remember?”

 

I might have glimpsed some grudging respect, but it could’ve just as easily been annoyance. A low growl issued from his chest as his features dropped their playfulness. The predator was lurking just below the surface. I would do well to remember it. “I knew your father long ago.”

 

I waited for more, but nothing came.

 

“So I heard. So what? You’re supposed to be a ruthless badass, why would you respect an ancient connection to my father now?”

 

“Because your father is deserving of great respect.”

 

“Respect enough to kidnap his daughter?”

 

“My job is not to kidnap you.”

 

“Then why the hell—”

 

Two things happened very quickly.

 

One, Rourke pushed back his barstool and jumped to his feet. Two, Tyler came screaming into my brain. Jess, you have to get out! Now! This is a setup of some kind. Goddamn—he was breaking up—Southern … all fighting … get the fuck … out …

 

Tyler! What’s going on? I don’t understand? Answer me! I sprang from my seat, but I had no room to move. I was stuck in the small space between my stool and Rourke, who was now emitting a very lethal snarl over the top of my head.

 

No answer from Tyler. Goddammit, answer me!

 

I twisted by body around to see what Rourke focused on.

 

Five werewolves I’d never seen before were weaving menacingly through the crowded bar. Their combined scent of aggression hit me as my wolf howled in rage. Adrenaline shot through me lickety-split. I knew what was coming next. Wait, wait! I told her. We can’t change in here, and we can’t take all those wolves alone! I had no time to reason with her. My fingertips pulsed close to the tip, my muscles starting their telltale dance under my skin. Just wait a min—

 

Something grabbed me from behind and I landed hard.