Here Kitty, Kitty!
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She still sighed out her answer, though. Fine. Ill go.
Now, darlin. I know Im pulling you away from playing grab ass with my oldest boy on his nice hardwood floor Angie barely stopped herself from spitting out her mouthful of coffee. But if hes anything like his daddy, trust me, hell still be here when you get back.
***
Nik pulled on his T-shirt as he checked Angies room. Nope. She wasnt there either. His mother and her Jeep were gone. So where exactly did his little hellcat go?
It wasnt until he looked around the entire kitchen that he found her note tacked to the refrigerator.
Off with your mother. Im looking forward to bear-skin rug stories. Angie
The smile spread across his face as he stared at her note. She is such a cutie.
***
Angie stared at the shack Niks grandmother, Broyna Vorislav, lived in. My God, he lets her live here?
She wont move. Trust me, Niks tried.
After a moment, Angie understood why. She could feel it sliding through her feet and up through her legs. This was a place of power.
She lives on a burial ground. She shuddered at the thought. Her grandmother, a witch of some power, would never desecrate a place of the dead. But shed told Angie lots of stories about many who would.
Seemed Niks grandmother was one of those.
Natalia looked at her in surprise, How did you know that?
God, woman. Cant you feel it?
Not really.
The screen door opened and what had to be, Angie guessed, the oldest living woman on the planet limped out onto the porch.
What you want, she glared at Niks mother like she carried the plague.
Ive brought someone to see you, Natalia yelled.
I aint deaf.
Of course youre not, she continued to yell. And Angie knew immediately Natalia was fucking with the woman. Now this young lady has a few questions for you!
The old woman let loose a roar that shook the surrounding woods.
I think she wants me to leave, Angelina. Will you be all right?
Angie looked at the older woman. She had a small hump on her back, gnarled hands, and a black patch over one eye. Good God. Thats why Natalia kept calling her O-E-G. One-Eyed Grandma.
Saras furry ass really better be worth this bullshit.
Sure. Ill be fine.
Great. Ill come back for you in a bit. She looked back at the old woman. Talk to you soon, mother Vorislav!
She turned away, giving Angie a big wink, and left her alone with the scariest being shed ever met.
Angie looked up at the woman. The big cat stared at her for several long seconds, then she nodded toward her shack.
Well, you might as well come in.
***
Since his mother must have taken her shopping in town, like either of those women needed more clothes, he decided to get some work done. He grabbed his laptop, his cell phone, and sat out on his porch with a pitcher of sweet tea Kisa left for him. He answered messages, sent out emails, bought an apartment building in Paris and a resort in the Cayman Islands. He was just contemplating a nap or some fresh elk, when his phone rang.
This is Nik.
Its Zach.
Who?
Zach Sheridan. Nik searched his brain for who this was, but hed always been lousy with names of people he didnt give a damn about. You have our female and our families almost killed each other at my sisters college graduation.
Oh. The dog. Hey.
Nik felt his entire body clench. They couldnt be coming for her this soon, could they? The thought of giving her up to anyone put him into an almost full-blown rage.
How is she?
Shes great. Shes with my mother.
Your mother? Whats next? Thanksgiving dinner at your house?
Why are you calling?
The wolf chuckled, Christ, shes right.
Whose right? About what?
I got a call from my sister last night. She seems to think I should leave Angie with you as long as I can manage.
Alek. What his fascination with this mans she-wolf sister may be, he would never understand. But damn if he didnt appreciate it at the moment.
And how long is that?
Three days, tops, redneck. To be honest, we could use the extra time. But my female has stopped speaking to anyone, including the psychopath. Which is making us all very nervous.
He bit his flip remark back about dogs not being able to control their bitches. As tempted as he was to mess with the pooch, he couldnt afford pissing him off. Not when he was giving him exactly what he wanted. More time with Angie.
So, youve got three days but on one condition.
Which is?
Keep your hillbilly brother away from my sister.
If Alek wanted her, hed have her. No matter what Nik did or didnt do. But he wasnt above lying to a dog.
Ill see what I can do.
You do that, hick.
***
Exactly how the old crone roped her into helping her cook dinner was beyond her. In less than ten minutes of entering her house, the woman had her seated at her kitchen table and working. She snapped the green beans while Broyna fried up a shitload of chicken and rolled out some biscuits. Clearly she expected more company or she really thought Angie could pack it away.
Now, darlin. I know Im pulling you away from playing grab ass with my oldest boy on his nice hardwood floor Angie barely stopped herself from spitting out her mouthful of coffee. But if hes anything like his daddy, trust me, hell still be here when you get back.
***
Nik pulled on his T-shirt as he checked Angies room. Nope. She wasnt there either. His mother and her Jeep were gone. So where exactly did his little hellcat go?
It wasnt until he looked around the entire kitchen that he found her note tacked to the refrigerator.
Off with your mother. Im looking forward to bear-skin rug stories. Angie
The smile spread across his face as he stared at her note. She is such a cutie.
***
Angie stared at the shack Niks grandmother, Broyna Vorislav, lived in. My God, he lets her live here?
She wont move. Trust me, Niks tried.
After a moment, Angie understood why. She could feel it sliding through her feet and up through her legs. This was a place of power.
She lives on a burial ground. She shuddered at the thought. Her grandmother, a witch of some power, would never desecrate a place of the dead. But shed told Angie lots of stories about many who would.
Seemed Niks grandmother was one of those.
Natalia looked at her in surprise, How did you know that?
God, woman. Cant you feel it?
Not really.
The screen door opened and what had to be, Angie guessed, the oldest living woman on the planet limped out onto the porch.
What you want, she glared at Niks mother like she carried the plague.
Ive brought someone to see you, Natalia yelled.
I aint deaf.
Of course youre not, she continued to yell. And Angie knew immediately Natalia was fucking with the woman. Now this young lady has a few questions for you!
The old woman let loose a roar that shook the surrounding woods.
I think she wants me to leave, Angelina. Will you be all right?
Angie looked at the older woman. She had a small hump on her back, gnarled hands, and a black patch over one eye. Good God. Thats why Natalia kept calling her O-E-G. One-Eyed Grandma.
Saras furry ass really better be worth this bullshit.
Sure. Ill be fine.
Great. Ill come back for you in a bit. She looked back at the old woman. Talk to you soon, mother Vorislav!
She turned away, giving Angie a big wink, and left her alone with the scariest being shed ever met.
Angie looked up at the woman. The big cat stared at her for several long seconds, then she nodded toward her shack.
Well, you might as well come in.
***
Since his mother must have taken her shopping in town, like either of those women needed more clothes, he decided to get some work done. He grabbed his laptop, his cell phone, and sat out on his porch with a pitcher of sweet tea Kisa left for him. He answered messages, sent out emails, bought an apartment building in Paris and a resort in the Cayman Islands. He was just contemplating a nap or some fresh elk, when his phone rang.
This is Nik.
Its Zach.
Who?
Zach Sheridan. Nik searched his brain for who this was, but hed always been lousy with names of people he didnt give a damn about. You have our female and our families almost killed each other at my sisters college graduation.
Oh. The dog. Hey.
Nik felt his entire body clench. They couldnt be coming for her this soon, could they? The thought of giving her up to anyone put him into an almost full-blown rage.
How is she?
Shes great. Shes with my mother.
Your mother? Whats next? Thanksgiving dinner at your house?
Why are you calling?
The wolf chuckled, Christ, shes right.
Whose right? About what?
I got a call from my sister last night. She seems to think I should leave Angie with you as long as I can manage.
Alek. What his fascination with this mans she-wolf sister may be, he would never understand. But damn if he didnt appreciate it at the moment.
And how long is that?
Three days, tops, redneck. To be honest, we could use the extra time. But my female has stopped speaking to anyone, including the psychopath. Which is making us all very nervous.
He bit his flip remark back about dogs not being able to control their bitches. As tempted as he was to mess with the pooch, he couldnt afford pissing him off. Not when he was giving him exactly what he wanted. More time with Angie.
So, youve got three days but on one condition.
Which is?
Keep your hillbilly brother away from my sister.
If Alek wanted her, hed have her. No matter what Nik did or didnt do. But he wasnt above lying to a dog.
Ill see what I can do.
You do that, hick.
***
Exactly how the old crone roped her into helping her cook dinner was beyond her. In less than ten minutes of entering her house, the woman had her seated at her kitchen table and working. She snapped the green beans while Broyna fried up a shitload of chicken and rolled out some biscuits. Clearly she expected more company or she really thought Angie could pack it away.
