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“You got it,” Trigger said, and they left.
She stared at me for a long while, but didn’t say anything. She sat with her legs up, her arms around them protectively.
“Psycho,” I heard, and turned my head to see Wizard standing there. He glanced at her then at me. “You need me?”
I nodded and indicated to the woman. “Yes, I was hoping I’d have her name by now but she seems shy so I’m just calling her larkspur for now. Larkspur, this is Wizard.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Is that your real name?” I watched as her gaze traveled down to his name patch on his vest.
He used his knuckle to push his black-rimmed glasses back up on his face. “No, ma’am. I’m Stefan if you you’d rather call me that. What should I call you?”
She moved her gaze back to me and said, “So what do you have going on here? Some elaborate motorcycle gang with a tech guy, a chef”—she jutted her chin to where Cutter was in the kitchen—“and, what, a scary enforcer with freaky eyes?”
I bit back a smile. “Something like that.”
She lifted her chin and asked, “And are they all werewolves, or just you two?”
Chapter 4
99 Problems
Nera
The shock on their faces was totally worth it. The minute they walked into that other trash MC’s clubhouse, I saw the yellow-colored aura around them all. They thought I was human. They were mistaken. The only reason I hadn’t zapped all of them was because I needed money to get the fuck out of here. I’d escaped the kidnapper bastards with nothing but the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet.
“Well, that’s an interesting development,” Wizard said, holding up his iPad and shamelessly snapping a photo of me.
“Hey!” I protested. “Delete that!”
“Why? Are you really on the run from someone and were never really kidnapped?” Psycho asked me.
My eyes widened and I saw red. “No! I just don’t need the bastards finding me.” I looked at Wizard. “Please don’t put that on the internet.”
He narrowed his eyes at me from behind his glasses. “That was never my intention.”
I visibly relaxed and blew out a breath.
“Nera Kennedy, age twenty-nine, blonde hair, blue eyes, five-five, one-hundred and twenty pounds. Missing from Tampa, Florida about two months ago.” Wizard turned the tablet around to show us a missing person’s flier.
I looked at Psycho. “Believe me now?”
His chocolate brown eyes softened and he ran his fingers down his beard, pursing his lips before he said, “I never doubted you. I simply asked a question… Nera.”
“It’s Neer-uh. Not Ner-uh.”
“Fine, Nera. Tell us what happened. Then I’ll get you that bus ticket. Or if I have to, I’ll drive you to Tampa myself.”
I started at him in horror. “I’m not driving ten hours on the back of a motorcycle. You’ve lost your mind.” I shook my head.
Wizard snorted. “We have cars. We’re not savages.”
Now that he said that, I did remember seeing vehicles parked outside. “The bus will do.”
“Would you like me to contact Tampa PD and let them know you’ve been found?” Wizard asked.
I shook my head. “No. I’d rather just get home and explain everything there.” To my witch mother and warlock brother—not that I was going to let these guys know I was a witch. Wolves hated witches.
If the bastards who’d nabbed me from that nightclub hadn’t immediately jammed a needle in my neck and kept me drugged the whole time, I would have been able to use some sort of spell to defend myself to get away. Instead, I’d had to use my actual brains to get away from the pieces of shit.
