skills.
“You don’t think Kelly would just leave without telling us, do you?” said a voice from the corner of the library.
Don’t show fear . I tensed, trying to keep myself from jumping to the other side of the room at the sound of Gavin’s voice, the pack’s fourth and resident problem child. Like a shadow, he withdrew from the wall and sat on the table next to me, moving with the lissome steps of an efficient and lethal predator. His tall, lean body, built for agility and speed, made him look all the more menacing. He was a skilled hunter with the temperament to match, and it was hard not to go into high alert when he was near. If I had to name someone in the pack as a nemesis, it was him. I was “wrong” and a danger to the pack, a belief he stood by and refused to change. He pricked at my defenses until they stood like a bastion ready to protect.
How long had he been there? When did he come in? But with Gavin you never knew; he moved in silence, his presence often unknown until he wanted it to be. And yet no one thought to make him wear a bell.
His sharp eyes seared through me with a force I don’t think I will ever get used to. Brushing his midnight azure mass of too-long hair away from his face, he spoke again after a long moment of silence. “Do you really think Kelly would just leave without telling anyone?” His eyes were desperate and searching.
I guess he sensed my discomfort because he moved a couple of feet back. It was hard to get used to his predacious nature and the stealth of his movements. The sharp way he tracked movements, assessing a person, was always so intensely wound and ready to recoil. He never relaxed. It seemed like it would be tiring to be at high alarm all the time.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside the anxiety that afflicted me each time he and I were in a room together. “It would surprise me if she did,” I admitted. Kelly wouldn’t leave without telling us why. Even if it was because of something someone did, she wouldn’t have a problem telling us. I had a feeling she wouldn’t mind telling a choice few to go to hell and which route they should take to get there. She was a mouthy malcontent with an altruistic agenda who didn’t mind violating pack rules to help someone. In the past she went against Ethan and Sebastian to help Chris when they had chosen to let her die rather than be changed into a vampire.
“Then tell Sebastian,” he said. Requests from most were-animals always came off like well-worded commands that you dared not ignore. “We all should be looking for her. She’s been missing for a while. I know she just wouldn’t leave but he doesn’t think so.”
“Gavin, it’s only been a couple of weeks.”
“Sixteen days,” he offered.
Gavin didn’t like most people; Kelly was one of the lucky ones who had gained favor with him. But as with anything Gavin, his affections were as dysfunctional and unusual as he was. An odd mélange of paramour and hater, psycho and nobleman, protector and stalker, and it was all Kelly’s. I was about to suggest that maybe his crazy brand of friendship was too much for her to handle and maybe she needed a break, but his overt concern restrained me.
“Will you go with me to look at her house? Maybe I missed something.”
No, I will not. You hate me, remember? I had every intention on telling him no, but I’d never seen him so distressed. He was just three stops from crazyville.
I nodded.
CHAPTER 2
B y the time I arrived at Kelly’s home, Gavin was already inside. Good, I wasn’t present as he broke laws breaking into her home. But when I got closer, I noticed keys in his hand, and the door didn’t look like it had been tampered with.
“Did she give you a set of keys to her place?” I ventured. I didn’t allow my mind to go to a place of paranoia and suspect that he made a copy of them without her knowledge, although I wouldn’t have put it past him. The affections and protection of the Midwest