Page 74 of Shifter Situations

I’d never been rock climbing the proper way.

I wondered if she’d ever flown with a demon.

She ignored us all as she gushed to Briggs about how she missed him. Then she turned her attention to Palmer, telling him how good it was to see him. My mage rolled his eyes as my wolf scrubbed his middle finger up and down his forehead.

I wanted to fucking gag.

She couldn’t take a hint, even if it would literally save her life. And she wouldn’t let either of them get a word in; she just kept fucking talking.

“So, we’re gonna go,” Jack whispered to me, pointing toward the parking lot. “Have fun with that.”

I groaned loudly, and Stone chuckled at me.

“Who the fuck are you?” Her attitude was unreal as she glared, noticing me for the first time.

Briggs glanced at me, aggravation written in the crease in his brows. “This is our mate, Katie. This is Sloane King.”

I smiled maliciously at her, planning her death on the sidewalk while hoping she would move on. I knew better, but I did so love a good chase. Novak snorted as my thoughts ran awry.

I already knew how I was going to kill her.

And it wouldn’t happen where we were standing.

“You have a mate?” she stammered, her wide eyes fixated on Briggs.

“Her pulse is racing. She knows who you are.” Novak’s mental voice held touches of laughter.

“Of course she does. Look at her fingers fidgeting.” Stone tilted his head toward her slightly.

Novak nodded slowly. “She already knew he had a mate too.”

"Doesn't surprise me," Stone mused. “She’s a stalker.”

She continued asking Briggs questions, and I suddenly felt bad for calling my vampire nosy.

“When did you get a mate and why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded.

I was ready to snap. The longer she talked, the more irritated I became. The only things keeping me from lunging at her were Stone’s arm banded around my waist and my need for vengeance.

“Can we go? I want to get ready for the hunt.”

“Will I see you guys around? I was hoping to catch up with you and Palmer.”

I bet she fucking was.

Palmer took one look at my face and smirked. “I’m positive we’ll see ya around.”

“Actually, if you're not busy, I have something I need you to look at,” she simpered at my mage.

Vaughn pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes closed tightly as he grinned. York bumped his shoulder against my fae’s, and I was lost. I didn’t know what was so funny about this situation.

The way she was acting was weird as fuck to me, but I didn’t know her, so maybe she was always strange.

Or maybe she was on the drug too. We already knew that she had a part in the rogue shifters. She might not be a rogue herself, but she was one of the reasons why this shit was spreading to begin with.

Novak slid into my mind, sounding much too concerned for my liking. “I can’t get in her walls.”

I narrowed my eyes, urging Palmer and Briggs to keep her talking while I picked her mental barrier apart.