“Holy shit, Alexa, you have been a bad little wolf,” he said, a trace of awe in his tone. “I never imagined you were capable of such destruction. I’m impressed. What do you know? You may be useful after all.”
“What are you doing here? Did Shya send you?” I was afraid to blink, fearing he would disappear, that perhaps I was so desperate I was imagining him.
“Of course. Your vampire contacted Shya in a fit because you weren’t answering your phone. He was so sure you were in danger.” Falon’s silver wings tucked in snug against his back. He walked through the room, examining the slaughter. “Shya couldn’t risk that so, like usual, he sent me to see what stupid shit you pulled this time.”
“My vampire?” It took me a moment to realize he meant Kale. I watched Falon lean in close over one guy whose neck was torn so wide his head barely hung on. “Don’t touch anything! Please. Just…help me.”
Falon’s silver gaze landed on me, ice cold and brimming with judgment. “Why should I? You’re alive. In fact, you’re the only one here who still is. Looks like you’re just fine to me. I’ll be sure to let Shya know.”
“No, please,” I almost shouted. “Don’t leave. I need help. I don’t know where Jez is. I’m missing the last two hours because some son of a bitch vampire drugged me with wolfsbane. And I can’t reach Arys. The local blood ring has him and Shaz.”
“When you f**k things up you don’t half ass it, do you?” With a shake of his head, Falon snickered. He plucked a piece of ash blonde fur from between a dead man’s fingers. “I don’t know how you’ve managed to survive this long. It’s uncanny.”
“And you’re an ass**le, but I’m willing to overlook that this time.” My relief at seeing a familiar face was fading fast.
His grin vanished. “I can’t wait until Shya’s done with you. The moment he is, and I do mean the very moment, I’ll be there. And you’ll be sorry.”
“I’m already sorry,” I snapped. A shock of pain wracked my brain. I muttered obscenities until it passed.
We glared at one another, each trying to muster greater vehemence in our eyes. Finally, I sighed and shrugged. Falon wasn’t worth the precious time that I had to find my friends.
“Just leave, Falon. We both know this is the last place you want to be.”
Ignoring his hateful stare, I went back to studying the bodies for any trace of werewolf that would give me away to the local FPA. After several silent minutes, Falon sighed dramatically and shouldered me aside.
“Get out of here, Alexa. Go find your twin so Shya doesn’t rain down hell upon either of us. I can’t stay long so let me take care of this while I can.” The air in the room grew thick as Falon’s power rose.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, hesitant, afraid to hear the answer.
Falon turned a wicked smile my way and shook his head. “What do you think I’m going to do? I’m here to clean up your mess. Now beat it.”
I couldn’t trust him, not for a second. Nor could I trust Shya, a demon who only wanted Arys and me alive because of the rare power we possessed. But I wasn’t in a position to argue.
“Fine.” I tugged on my boots, the only item not destroyed by my violent wolf shift. I felt ten times more ridiculous than I looked. “Thanks. I guess.”
I was almost to the door when he said, “Here. I’m sure you’re going to need this.” A thud on the floor and the sharp ting of metal spun me around. My dagger, the Dragon Claw, lay on the floor near my feet. I’d never been so happy to see the demon-forged weapon.
“You were going to let me walk out of here without handing it over, weren’t you?” I picked the dagger up, satisfied with the way it hummed at my touch. It had been made just for me, with a piece of my hair to bind its magic to mine. With just a nick of the blade, it could kill a vampire.
“I’d love to sabotage you, Hound. You’re the enemy, no matter what Shya thinks he can gain from you. But I don’t call the shots.”
I stared at the dagger. It wasn’t small by any means. “How am I going to carry this around the city? I don’t have my leather jacket with me.” I eyed up the black trench coat Falon wore. It would work. “Let me have your jacket.”
“Not a chance. It’s your problem.” He turned his back on me, dismissing me without another word.
“I don’t have time for this shit. Give me your jacket.” I grabbed his sleeve and whirled him around. If I had to tear it off his body, I would.
He raised a hand to fend me off. I grabbed on and refused to be budged. “Falon stop being such a dick. Can you hate me later? I don’t have time for this.”
He gave me a shove that sent me tripping over a body. I fell on my butt in a puddle of blood. “Oh this is just great. Just f**king fabulous.”
With a snarl, I came at him with the Dragon Claw held high. Mocking laughter was the response I got. Angered and impatient, I swung the blade, forcing him to sidestep the attack.
“You can’t kill me,” he gasped out, almost doubled over with laughter. God I hated him. “You stupid wolf.”