Kellerman was too slick, too sure of himself. He’d not bend over backward for a young man who’d made one stupid mistake at eighteen and was paying for it with an unfairly long sentence. She and Paul hadn’t been able to afford a good lawyer.
On the other hand, if Misty said no, a guy like Kellerman might make sure that Paul never got out of prison again. He’d have to stay in that place where gangs beat up on him every day, and no one did anything about it.
“Fine,” she snapped, ducking out from under his hand. “I’ll do it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
Kellerman took a thin card from his inside breast pocket. “Here’s my number. Call me when you have something to tell me. Make it soon.”
Misty snatched the card from his hand, jammed it into her purse, and clicked her way down the hall to the room at the end. She thought about Graham, the tall biker-looking Shifter, she thought about her gentle little brother Paul, and her heart hammered until she thought she’d be sick.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“But they didn’t spill what Shifters would be participating in?” Eric asked Graham that night.
“I told you six times. They didn’t seem worried about me finding out about the compound in the desert. Seemed happy when they realized I didn’t know what they were up to beyond that.”
Eric moved restlessly. He and Graham stood on Eric’s back porch in the cold darkness, the house lit behind him. Cassidy’s and Iona’s laughter drifted out, the two of them and Jace busy helping Jace move his stuff downstairs.
My mate, my mate, my mate. The words hummed through Eric’s head, drowning out Graham’s voice.
Eric still craved Iona with an intensity he hadn’t felt in many, many years. He wanted to be nowhere but curled up with her, buried inside her, surrounded by her warmth. Graham with his grating voice and Lupine scent was poor compensation.
“Damn it,” Eric said, heartfelt. “We’re going to have to search that compound again.”
“They were long gone this morning.”
“I know, but they might have left something behind.” Eric broke off and rubbed his temples.
“You okay, Warden?”
He shrugged. “No sleep.”
Graham barked a laugh. “That’s what happens when you chase a mate. You want to f**k all the time, no stopping for anything else. I loved it.”
Eric had found out everything he could on Graham, so he’d known that Graham had once had a mate. The information in the Guardian’s database had said that Graham’s mate had died trying to bring in his cub, and the cub had died as well.
Eric made a quick sign of blessing. “The Goddess go with them,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well.” Graham’s voice went quiet.
Sudden, terrible worry clutched Eric. Kirsten had gone bringing in Jace. Graham’s mate had died in childbirth. Iona was half-human, not even as robust as female Shifters.
Exactly why we agreed to live in Shiftertowns, Eric told himself. Better medical care, better nutrition, better chance of females surviving with their cubs. There hadn’t been many deaths in childbirth since they’d moved to Shiftertown. Things were different now.
Even so, the fear gripped him so hard that pain followed. A spark shot from his Collar. Oh no.
“Warden? What is wrong with you?”
Eric straightened up from where he’d sagged, but another spasm wracked his body, snakes of pain whipping through him.
“Get out of here,” he said to Graham.
“What the hell is up? You dying of something? Might as well concede leadership to me now, save yourself the trouble.”
Eric managed to remain upright and take two steps to reach Graham. “Get the f**k away from me. Stay away from my Shifters, my family, my mate. This is my Shiftertown, and I’ll never give it to you.”
Spittle came out with his words, landing on Graham’s biker vest. Eric’s finger slammed into Graham’s chest. “Do you understand? You will never win. I’ll kill you if you try.”
Eric’s Collar sparked a few more times, then went silent, controlled. But Eric couldn’t control the pain. Every muscle locked as agony raked through him. Eric fought it, jaw clenched, fists balled, making himself stay on his feet.
“You’re dying right in front of me,” Graham said.
“Fuck you. I’ll kill you.” Eric’s eyes went Shifter, the world taking on a red hue, his awareness stretching to every corner of it. “I’ll kill you now.”
He felt his body half shift, his teeth and claws emerging, his snarls filling the night. Graham’s Shifter reacted, his own claws bared, warning growls long and low. Eric knew Graham would never back down from him, not without a long and bloody fight.
Fine. Eric would kill him. Rip his body open and feast on his entrails. Eric could taste the hot blood pouring into his mouth, wanted it now. He snarled and launched himself at Graham’s throat.
He heard screams, his sister’s voice, then the harsher, human one of her mate. Then the note of fear in his son, his cub.
Eric had to protect his cub. He hadn’t been able to protect Kirsten. He’d failed. He had to protect this Shiftertown, everyone in it, all the cubs and the females, to make up for the fact that he’d let Kirsten die. Graham would never take that away from him. The wolf deserved to be torn apart.
“Eric.”
He felt the touch of his mate, her scent surrounding him, Iona fresh and clean like mountain heather.