No. All of them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ten men dressed in black robes stepped into view in a wall of black and red aura that made my heart beat faster. Father Valentine’s white hair made him stand out.
The pack isn’t far, Lucas said, his voice was deep and gravelly. His wolf was close. But if they attack, I’m going to switch forms. Don’t be scared. I’m going to try and keep him away from you—stall until the pack gets here—but keep the knife handy.
I felt along his pack’s bonds, but the other wolves wouldn’t be here. Not soon enough. I reached into my purse, feeling for the cool metal, and gripped it tightly. Okay.
“You surprise me,” Father Valentine said. “I didn’t expect you to get out alive.”
We needed more time. “Why did you do it?” Not that it mattered, but if I was going to stall, I might as well ask him something relevant. “I wasn’t doing anything to bother you. I would’ve taken what I needed from the temple and left. You never would’ve seen me again.”
Father Valentine grinned, and I took a step back. “I would’ve thought you’d have figured it out by now.”
Figured it out? I’d missed something. What was it?
The only reason he might not want me dead was if he was working with Luciana. “You taught her?”
He spread out his hands. “Who else?”
It made sense. Their auras weren’t the same exactly, but they both had a heavy dose of black in them.
Matt stepped around Father Valentine and a small gasp slipped free.
I hadn’t seen him since he attacked me. I hadn’t really had time to think about it. Everything had been a rush the past couple days. I would’ve thought anger was going to be my first reaction to him. But it wasn’t.
I saw Matt, and all I felt was fear. It was powerful—making my whole body shake with tremors. I wrapped my arms around myself.
I’m here with you, Lucas said, as he stepped in front of me, blocking Matt.
“You’re not still upset, are you, Claudia?” I ground my teeth at the sound of my name—Clod-ia—coming from him. “You don’t use your powers for yourself. I need them. So, you might as well give them to me.”
Give them? Give them? I’d given everything I had to everyone else. I knew what giving felt like. No. He’d tried to take them from me. And failed.