“Run,” I whispered, because my instincts had started flaring. We both tensed, preparing to launch.
Doors swung open on both sides of the hall.
A hand from the direction of the service door grabbed me and sent me sprawling. I rolled and came up to a crouch, ready to pounce, a growl in my throat, to see Evan spring from a room opposite me and lock Ben in a full nelson. Ben shouted and kicked, shoving him against the wall, and there was Brenda, lunging toward him, outstretched hand holding—
I thought it was a knife, but it wasn’t. It was a spoon, slightly tarnished. Silver. She pressed it into Ben’s hand and curled his fingers around it. Held it there.
“What the—Jesus Christ!” Ben hissed in pain and flailed all the harder, jerking out of Brenda’s grip and flinging the spoon away, then slamming Evan against the wall so hard the bounty hunter’s head knocked. He dropped Ben.
Ben whirled to face them, crouching. I stood and put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing to show I was with him. Wolf crawled to the surface, claws itching in my fingers, a hunter’s vision filling my eyes. These two had attacked—were enemies. What would they do next? My mate and I could pounce on them before they could draw their guns. I was ready to protect him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ben shouted, his rash-covered hand curled in front of him. Round red welts in the shape of a spoon’s bowl marked the skin.
Evan stared at that hand, at the rash. “God, it’s true.”
“Told you,” Brenda said. Today she was wearing leather pants, a red V-necked shirt, and ankle boots with silver on the toes. Still with spike heels, which I was sure she could use as deadly weapons in a pinch. She picked up the spoon from where it had landed across the hall. “Grandma’s surefire werewolf detector.”
“Is that was this is about?” Ben said, almost laughing. “If you suspected, you could have fucking asked! What are you going to do now, shoot me in the middle of the hotel? Big bad werewolf needs to die?”
Evan and Brenda stood there, staring at him—and Ben had been right. They almost looked sad. Like they felt sorry for him. The muscles of Ben’s shoulders under my hand were hard as stone, tense and trembling. I could smell the anger coming off him, the scent of his wolf growing. I squeezed him again, hoping he would keep it together. Since they weren’t shooting at us, we had to keep it together.
“I’d wondered,” Brenda said. “When I saw you two together, there was something off. I can’t always tell by looking, but you’ve got this look that you didn’t have before.”
“What kind of look?” Ben said, his voice almost spitting with anger. But he didn’t feel like he was about to shift, skin getting ready to slide into fur. He straightened, and we stood shoulder to shoulder.
“Like you’re hunting. You were never a hunter before. Not like Cormac.”
Ben scowled and turned away.
Evan looked at me. “Are you the one—”
“No,” I said harshly. “Of course not. I’ve never turned anyone.”
“Have you ever killed anyone?” Brenda said, just as accusing.
I considered lying. Didn’t think it would win me points with her. Wasn’t sure she’d wait for the explanation, but I said it anyway, ice-cold. “Yes.”
Ben glared. “Cormac killed the one who got me. Then he brought me to her. She helped me. Saved my life.” We exchanged a glance. His look was bared, stark, reliving those weeks after he’d been turned, filled with gratitude and, sappy as it sounded, love. Because that was what my gaze held, looking at him. I didn’t care if the bounty hunters saw it.
I said, “He wanted Cormac to shoot him, but he wouldn’t.”
“Cormac went soft?” Brenda said, frowning.
“No,” Ben said. “I think he grew a soul.”
Enough of this. I was supposed to be on vacation. “Are we done here? Any more secrets you want to know, or can we leave?”
They stepped aside and let us pass. We did so, carefully, walking arm to arm. I didn’t want to show my back to them, so I let Ben lead and watched them over my shoulder.
“You’ll slip,” Evan said. “Werewolves always do. One of these days, you’ll slip up, and one of us will find you.”
Ben stopped but didn’t turn around when he said, “I don’t believe that. I never did.”
Brenda gave a mocking chuckle. “You can’t convince me you’re actually happy being a monster.”
Wearing a thin-lipped smile, he looked at me, then her. “Beats being unhappy as one.”
“If you guys aren’t going to shoot us, we’re going,” I said, taking Ben’s hand and pulling him toward the elevators.
Ben didn’t move. He’d donned this quirky half-grin. “You want to see one of the benefits of being a werewolf? Besides getting to shack up with a babe like Kitty?”
Oh, a million brownie points for him, right there. “Aw, honey,” I said.
Brenda rolled her eyes.
“Stake me a hundred bucks and I’ll show you a trick,” Ben said.
“What?” Evan said, like he hadn’t heard right.
“I’m going to play some poker. Stake me a hundred and I’ll double it.”
“What has this got to do with being a werewolf?” Brenda said.
“Trust me.”
Evan shrugged. “I’m game.”
“You’re crazy,” Brenda said.
“Let’s go,” Ben said, marching toward the elevators.
I trailed after him, nervous because Brenda and Evan flanked me. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Ben said. “You guys going to shoot me?”
“Only if I see your claws,” Evan said.
“Deal.”
This could only end badly.
On the elevator ride down, Ben was pure lupine bravado, back straight, shoulders square, glare in place. His tail, if he’d had it, would have been straight up. Maybe even wagging.
I eyed the two bounty hunters, who eyed me back. “I don’t trust them. I want to stay with you.” Even though I was wearing nothing but a bikini, a wraparound skirt, and sandals. I’d be out of place in the poker room.
“Kitty, you’ve been talking about sitting by the pool for weeks. You should go. I’ll be fine.”
I looked at Evan and Brenda. “If anything happens to him, Cormac’ll go after you guys.”
They actually flinched at that and looked a tiny bit nervous. Even Brenda.
“He’s in jail,” she said.
“That’ll just give you a couple years to let your guard down before he gets you.” I gave her a wolf smile.
“Nothing will happen to Ben,” Evan said.
“Unless he sprouts claws,” Brenda added.
The freaks.
The elevator doors opened. Ben gave me a light kiss. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” I said weakly. The three of them marched off toward the casino.
Which left me with nothing to do but check out the pool. Ben was a big boy. He could take care of himself.
Couldn’t say I cared much for his friends.
Chapter 11
Finally, I was poolside. Morning sun. Strawberry margarita. Bliss. The only thing missing was Ben rubbing lotion onto my back.
The place was done up like the courtyard of a luxurious Italian villa. Mosaic tiles lined the rectangular pool and the deck around it. Shrubs and trees trimmed into geometric topiaries lined the area, blocking out the view of the surrounding streets and buildings, along with pots filled with ivy and flowering vines. More neoclassical statuary, made of plaster or concrete or whatever, lurked here and there: half-nude nymphs playing pan pipes and dropping grapes into the mouths of satyrs, luscious stone lads and lasses making eyes at one another, and so forth. It was all a little much. The place had an interesting tapestry of smells: chlorine and pool chemicals, sharp and tangy; lotions and oils; alcohol and sugar, enough to make me feel a little tipsy just breathing. Twisting paths led to hidden areas where people could sit and sunbathe in peace and quiet if they chose, away from the main pool with its swim-up bars and blackjack tables. I chose a place on a little patio area off to the side, still with a view of the pool—and anyone who might try to sneak up on me—but peaceful. Vegas, I decided, would be great if it didn’t have so many people.