Part 9 (1/2)

She glared at him, more for Hugh's sake than her own. Was he allowed to talk to Hugh that way? ”We were attacked by a Banoth,” she said. She wanted to add ”you jacka.s.s,” but held her tongue.

”A Banoth? Jesus.” Dane's chest deflated some, his shoulders rounded. ”Did it get its fangs in you?” he asked Hugh, concern in his voice.

”Yeah.”

”Are you carrying?”

Carrying? What was he talking about?

”No. So talk.” Hugh pushed himself up so his shoulders rose above the car's roofline. His face was hard to read under the dim streetlight, but beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Tess swept a gaze over him from top to bottom and noticed a dark bloodstain on the leg of his jeans.

Dane nodded in her direction. ”Right now?”

”She's clued in,” Hugh said, ”and I trust her.”

Why the h.e.l.l did he have to go and say that? She was not to be trusted. Not to be included in their pack activities. Not to know what he wasn't carrying, even though she was dying to get that bit of information. Then again, she couldn't have asked for a better cover, an easier way into Hugh's life. He knew she was a private investigator. She could use that to her advantage to help him find Trey. She'd pretend friends.h.i.+p to help him and get the information she needed to do her job. She'd just keep P.I.E. out of the picture.

Friends.h.i.+p. Yeah, right.

She smiled at Dane. A great big smile to let him know she was sticking around, and he'd better get used to it. Something about Dane unsettled her. He didn't like her involvement, she knew that from their confrontation in the alley, but there was more. Something she couldn't put her finger on.

”The tip on Trey was bogus. I got to the location and he wasn't there.”

”I'm not surprised,” Hugh said. ”This whole thing was a setup to-”

”Get Hugh,” Tess finished. ”And probably you too, Dane. Did you meet with any trouble? See anything that might give you some clue as to who or what planned this little attack?”

Dane looked like he was about to fall over. Maybe he'd never heard someone finish Hugh's sentence before and then go on to ask the questions. A happy buzz wove through her body that she couldn't blame on the beers from two hours ago. She'd come to the rescue of the lone wolfen and the idea that possibly no other woman ever had gave her a great deal of satisfaction.

”You a cop?”

Her occupation no longer a secret, she answered, ”Private investigator.”

He looked back to Hugh for confirmation.

Hugh nodded. ”I don't like what's going on. And I don't understand why things have escalated so”-he coughed, a retching noise that sounded painful-”quickly.”

Dane took a step toward him. ”You need to sit down. You need-”

”I need you to talk. Now,” Hugh said in a huff. He pushed away from the car and paced back and forth, his posture still rounded but his feet moving swifter.

Tess gulped. She could tell his movement was forced. That it would cost him. But his pride was obviously worth more than his comfort. Panic wove through her and her heart raced with sickening speed. Was his ego more important than his life? Because he literally looked like death warmed over. He needed medical attention. He needed a hospital room with machines whirring and tubes pumping drugs into him.

”I came across a couple of Wolf Seekers not far from Trey's supposed location. I messed them up a bit and got them to talk. They had some very interesting information.”

”And that was?”

”Wolf Seekers?” Tess questioned. How come she'd never heard of them either? ”Who are they?”

Dane looked to Hugh before he answered. ”They're humans who want to rid Los Angeles of wolves. At the moment, they've set their sights on the Night Runners.”

”Who's in charge of them?” She knew there were groups of humans who were aware of Veilers and wanted to erase them from society. Heck, she'd gotten a.s.sistance from a couple of them. But why didn't P.I.E., the most elite organization for eliminating Veilers, know about this faction? It was P.I.E.'s business to know about competing groups.

”We don't know,” Hugh replied, falling back against the car again. The bloodstains on his s.h.i.+rt and jeans had spread, hair matted to his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest was more p.r.o.nounced.

Tess fought the urge to move closer and take his arm in hers for support. ”I can find out for you.” This was her in. The way to keep tabs on Hugh and investigate him while also finding out more about the Wolf Seekers.

Dane got right in her face. ”We don't need your help.”

She pushed him in the chest. Hard. ”Do not speak to me like that ever again or you'll find yourself singing soprano.”

”I doubt that.”

”Try me. You've got no idea what I'm capable of.” Not all Night Runners are created equal, she decided. Dane, she wanted to kill. Could kill. Right now.

”Nor you I.” He whispered the retort like he didn't want Hugh to hear.

Was he an idiot? Didn't Hugh hear everything? She glanced toward him. Okay, maybe right this minute his senses weren't too keen. But threaten her? Dane's warning rumbled though her, leaving a cold, resentful feeling she wanted to hang on to for as long as she was breathing.

”So what's your interesting information?” she asked, eyebrows raised and her hands itching to hit something.

Dane moved closer to Hugh, attempting to cut her off from the conversation. ”They told me-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Hugh slid down the car. In. Slow. Motion. His legs slipped out from under him until he landed on his b.u.t.t. His head lolled forward as if he'd fallen asleep.

”Jesus Christ,” Dane said, moving to Hugh's side.

Tess moved too, kneeling to the ground beside Hugh. Dane lifted Hugh's head and the blue eyes that had mesmerized her hours ago were almost completely drained of color. Thankfully, he blinked a few times, allowing her to catch the breath she'd held when he slumped to the ground.

”f.u.c.k,” Hugh said, a groan following.

”Where is it?” Dane asked. ”I'll run and get it. Be back as fast as I can.”

”Where's what?” Tess hated being left out of the loop and worried that whatever it was wasn't going to get to Hugh in time.

”It's an antibiotic. An antidote. In case of emergencies like these, we usually carry a small vile of liquid to drink to counter the effects of certain poisons that affect our tissue replacement. Small amounts of poison don't affect us, but larger amounts... f.u.c.k, Hugh. How long were the Banoth's fangs in you?”

”Too long,” he said, turning his head to peek at Tess. ”But necessary.”

”I'll go get it,” she offered. ”Tell me where it is and I'll go get it.” The words flew out of her mouth without a second thought.

”I'm not sure there's enough time.” Hugh's gaze remained on her.

Don't get emotional. Let him die. Your life will be so much easier. The job will be done. Finished. The boss will be happy.

Dane stood and pivoted. His brisk steps told Tess he was thinking about what to do. But there wasn't time to think. They needed to act. Do something now. And then a thought struck her.