Living with the Dead

HOPE





Karl had driven three blocks in silence before Hope spoke.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”

He made a noise in his throat, as if waiting to hear which infraction she was referring to before committing himself to a response.

“Sneaking around asking Lucas for updates on Jaz. It would be easier if you’d just give him your number, you know.”

“I wasn’t sneaking. I could hardly discuss it in front of Robyn—”

“And what was your excuse the last time? Or the time before that? Did you honestly expect me to think Lucas is just calling to chat?”

Another block of silence.

Karl cleared his throat. “About Jasper—”

“Is he dead?”

“No.”

“Escaped?”

“No.”

“In imminent danger of escaping?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t care.”

She turned to the window, nails biting her palms. Did Karl really think she’d want to know how Jaz was doing? Did he think she’d care?

Last year, after their disastrous first attempt to shift from friends to lovers, she’d tried taking the rebound remedy. If there was one word to describe Jasper Haig, it was fun. He bounced through life with enthusiasm, and he’d pursued Hope with gusto, not caring how big a fool he made of himself. In short, Jaz was everything Karl was not—and exactly what she’d needed . . . or so it seemed at the time.

Jaz was currently incarcerated in a maximum-security Cortez Cabal prison, his execution stayed only while they studied his rare supernatural powers.

Hope knew Karl’s main concern was for her safety. Like any good villain, Jaz had vowed to come for her when he escaped, convinced that she was still the girl for him.

And as hard as Karl worked to control his wolf side, there were two instincts that were as strong in him as in any werewolf Hope knew. One was the instinct to protect. As the only person Karl cared about enough to protect, she bore the full brunt of that.

The second was the territorial instinct. The feminist in Hope might be horrified at the thought, but she knew she was Karl’s territory. To the wolf, she was his as much as he was hers, to be protected and defended against all comers.

Karl tried to be smooth about it, made jokes about his jealous streak, but when a man looked Hope’s way, she saw his hackles rise. The first time he’d seen Jaz, she’d been drunk, straddling his lap and making out with him, as close to having sex as you could get with your clothes on.

Karl couldn’t forget that.

It didn’t matter that she’d come back to Karl, that she’d chosen him before she’d found out Jaz was a killer. It didn’t matter that since his return, she hadn’t looked at another man. The human in Karl knew he had no cause for jealousy, but the wolf couldn’t forget that somewhere, out there, he had a rival plotting to take his mate.

“I’m sorry,” Karl said finally.

They were at a stoplight. She looked over, meeting his eyes, searching for chaos vibes before tearing her gaze away. As tempting as it was, she shouldn’t use her powers to read him and gauge his sincerity. Trust him or don’t. No shortcuts allowed.

“I do check with Lucas periodically,” he said. “His father is supposed to provide me with updates, but I don’t trust Benicio to be prompt or truthful if it’s not in the Cabal’s best interests.”

“Did you think I’d disagree?”

“I didn’t think you needed the constant reminders that Jasper is still out there.”

The light changed and he drove another half-block before adding, “And I don’t want you to think I’m obsessing about him.”

“Are you?”

“I think about him as little as possible, but I’ll rest easier when the writ of execution is carried out.”

“Agreed. Make a left at the next street.” When he did, she went on. “What’s the other thing you’re keeping from me?”

Again his gaze shunted her way, trying to figure out which infraction was now the topic of discussion.

Hope sighed. “Are there really so many? Honesty, Karl. It’s a good thing.”

A twist of a smile. “Perhaps. But in my case, complete and full disclosure of everything I’ve done in the past would not be a good thing. If you’re referring to recent events I haven’t disclosed, though, there’s only one, and it isn’t a secret, just a subject I wasn’t ready to bring up.”

“Until you take care of him?”

He shot her a reproachful look. “Do you think I wouldn’t warn you of a potential threat?”

“Another werewolf in L.A. isn’t a threat to me—”

“Yes, it is.” His tone was firm, almost sharp. “I know you think otherwise, but I’d appreciate it if you humored me on this.” Another turn and he concentrated on it more than necessary, struggling to find a lighter tone. “What gave me away? A stray thought last night when I came back?”

“I don’t need my powers to read you, Karl. I’ll admit, I didn’t notice anything wrong last night. I was too busy going along with the drugstore excuse for Robyn—which, by the way, was clever. Sorry I didn’t get it right away.”

“She didn’t notice.”

“So you smelled another werewolf last night, then went out this morning scouting. That’s when I caught on, from your expression when you came back. Is he near?”

Karl shook his head. “If he was, I’d have moved us. I caught his scent last night, but it was in the air and I couldn’t find it on the ground to track. I didn’t have any better luck this morning. I suspect I miscalculated the wind and he was farther away than I thought.”

“Do you want to go after him now?”

“No. We have work to do. I’ll look for him tonight.”