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Jim reached out to me.
“Put your hand down or lose it.” I didn’t bother looking at him. “You know me. You know I’ll do it.”
“We don’t need anyone’s help,” Curran said.
Jim withdrew his hand.
I took a deep breath. I saw a way out of this mess, but it was the kind of way that only a desperate fool like me would take. It was either incredibly smart or incredibly stupid.
I held out the monisto. “The bowman wants this. I saw him looking at it. I trust the Pack to safeguard it for me until I need it.” I put it into Curran’s clawed hand. “I trustyou to keep it safe. I don’t know why, but it’s very important. Both the bowman and the reeves will come looking for it. I can’t afford for it to be lost. Do you promise to guard it?”
It was a gesture of utter faith. Everyone knew Bran had breached the Pack’s security three times. The fact that I trusted Curran with the monisto would mean more to him than any revenge. I had made it personal. If he accepted it, he would die to protect it.
The golden eyes looked into me. “You have my word,” he said.
“That’s all I need.”
I was free to do as I must. I could keep Bran occupied, assuming I found him, and no reeve would ever best Curran.
“I’m going to the bouda house to check on my friend and then I’m off to look for Julie.”
“I’ll get you an escort as far as the hyena’s territory.”
“I can find my own way.”
Curran shook his head. “Don’t argue with me right now.”
Two minutes later I rode a horse to the bouda house, accompanied by four somber-faced werewolves.
They left me at the invisible boundary. As one of them kindly explained, each shapeshifter clan within the Pack had an expectation of privacy in their meeting place. The privacy wasn’t easily breached by members of a different beast clan.
The same bouda that promised to smile when she crushed Jim’s bones waited on the porch. She watched as I dismounted and got Esmeralda’s books out of the buggy still abandoned by the house.
“You’re back,” she said. “I peeked in on your chickie while you were gone. She’s hot. Does she like girls?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“So what’s her kick, candy, music? What does she like?”