chest. “Did you, or did you not just come over here and tell me I’m in danger?”
“Yes,” Minka answered.
“Did you or did you not tell me a werewolf was chasing me in this vision you saw?”
Minka’s lips flattened for a moment. “Yes.”
“Then why are you backtracking all of a sudden?”
“Did you not hear what else I said?” Minka asked testily. “I said he shouldn’t have been chasing you.”
Addison dropped her hands and adjusted the strap of her crossbody purse. “Why?”
“I recognized the wolf.”
“And?” Addison urged tightly, her patience at an end.
Minka plopped back down on the bench. “He’s one of the good guys.”
“A werewolf that’s good? Isn’t that a contradiction of terms?”
“If you knew him, you’d understand,” Minka said. “They’re known throughout the Quarter, throughout all of New Orleans. They help keep the factions in line. They would never hurt a human.”
“But other werewolves would?”
Minka looked up and nodded. “Some.”
“You keep saying ‘they’.”
Minka shook her head and shoved a stray strand of dark hair out of her face. “Have you met any new people recently?”
“I work at a bar. I meet new people every day.”
That got Minka’s attention. “What bar?”
“Gator Bait.”
Minka jumped to her feet again and took a step back. “Watch yourself, Addison. You’re in danger, but I don’t know from who.”
Addison’s jaw dropped when Minka turned and began to walk off. “So that’s it? You’re going to dump that foretelling in my lap and then just walk away.”
Minka’s steps halted and she looked back at Addison over her shoulder. “I’ve never told a stranger any of this before. I couldn’t help you anyway.”
“And if you have another vision that tells you more? Don’t you want a way to contact me?” By her hesitation, Addison knew the answer was a resounding no, but whatever drew Minka to proclaim her vision kept her still.
Finally, Minka nodded. “Yes.”
“I live in an apartment off of Rue Parc Fontaine. If I’m not there, you can find me at Gator Bait most nights.”
Minka nodded. “Be safe, Addison.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Myles knew something was wrong with Addison by the way she jumped at every sound. Ever since she’d walked into the bar that afternoon, she had been skittish and hyper-alert. Almost as if she were waiting for someone to attack her.
As if he would allow that to happen. Not in their bar, and most especially not to her.
“Trouble?” Solomon asked.
Myles shrugged from his place at the doorway to the kitchen. “I don’t know. Something has Addison spooked.”
“She’s in New Orleans. She’d be stupid not to be spooked.”
“According to Riley, Addison has lived here her entire life. She’s lived this long without an incident. Need I remind you that she was enrolled at Tulane until this semester? You know what happens there.”
Solomon grunted and let his gaze wander the patrons. “There’s no one here that should cause such a reaction.”
Myles raised a brow and looked at his brother. “The full moon is upon us. The entire city goes ape shit during this time.”
“That could be what’s bothering her.”
Myles hoped to hell it wasn’t. “I’ve made excuses for you and Court. It’d be hell if Addison saw you after the nice lie I told.”
“Point taken. And you and Kane? When will y’all get out?”
“Soon,” Myles said and looked back at Addison.
Solomon let out a sigh. “Just because of the...past...doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take what you so obviously want. Namely, Addison.”
Myles turned and put his back to the wall. “You went through the hell, but we were right there with you, brother. We weren’t the ones in love with her, but we loved her. You’re more of a moron than I thought if you don’t think that affected each of us.”
“I know it did.” Solomon ran a hand down his face lined with fatigue, his blue eyes troubled. “When I was in