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"I won’t let you lock me up" She’d said it calmly, her tone completely even, but she turned and ran up the stairs Moments later, the front door slahed The spell hadn’t lied He had He hadn’t needed her blood to strengthen the wards The wards were fine as they were, barring his bad habit of voluntarily opening the door without looking through the peephole first He’d needed her blood for a truth spell
The light that had glowed around her immediately after he’d finished the incantation should have left no doubt to her honest need Though again, he wasn’t running a charity service So why he should feel the need to help randoical halfway house, he couldn’t be sure
He’d felt the fear pouring off her and conceded no one was that good an actress He’d watched her eyes flash between brown and yellow as she’d tried to stop fro her
Dayne shrugged It was no longer his proble to beco
He cli beside the front door Rifling through it, he found makeup, clothes, and a few tacky books with shirtlessbosoms
He crossed back to the computer, loaded the web browser, and typed, "Sacrifice," "Therian" into the search box Several sites popped up, most about werecats This breed liked their sacrifice
Dayne clicked the link that looked s of beautiful wo drained from them into a type of moat around the altar as the others shifted into their anies showcased a type of twisted sadism that most reserved for those not of their kind Further down the page were photographs One in particular caught his attention
The woer than Greta’s, but the sah that Dayne could almost see Greta on the slab instead He scrolled the e
A warmth prickled over his senses The kitty was still in the house He should have been angry, but after the photos what he felt was relief that she was still safely ensconced in his arded fortress So If he’d been a huht never have known
And now she was terrified of hily that he’d becoht, but he hadn’t thought he’d sunk tolevels of evil
He focused on the bookcase, causing one of the books to fly off the shelf into his hand He flipped to the appropriate passage and whispered the incantation necessary to lock all the doors and s, then he allowed the book to fly back to its place
He needed to get out and socialize o, Dayne never would have made a speech like the one he’dher up It sounded like it had come out of Evil for Dummies A less insane sorcerer would lock up the books he didn’t want her in, not lock her up Or perhaps a sorcerer would lock her up
He started down the hallway, his footfalls light and measured
"Here, kitty kitty"
Chapter Four
RETA huddled under Dayne’s bed, her fur pressed flat Gagainst the wall She’d barely maintained her form in the basement Now she was too keyed up to shift back and climb out theFootsteps thudded and stopped with heavy finality just outside the door
Please don’t find me Please don’t find me Her heart beat erratically in her tiny chest, in tempo to her silent pleas She wondered if a cat could hyperventilate If it had been Si and it would have been all over
She tried to stay focused on the plan Of course, Dayne would return to his rooo to sleep and she could slip out and eat soht until after the full moon
After all, what kind of idiot hides in the bedrooiven her current circumstances, but it had seeht of it
She couldn’t be sure why she’d slah it, except that Dayne was her only hope
Without ic to cloak her, she was at theenough to counteract the ht Dayne was her only chance, then he was
The bed dipped above her and the bedsprings creaked as Dayne laid back and sighed "You can coht She re her out She couldn’t be that difficult to levitate at house cat weight
"Greta"
The bed creaked again as his weight lifted, then his eyes were level with hers He held out a hand She hissed
"I’ a conversation like this," he said, his voice sounding so reasonable she almost trusted him "You have to come out eventually"