Undead and Unwelcome

Chapter 19

Lara lifted his big butt right off the swing, and was holding him a foot over her head with one arm. I’d never even heard her move, and the monkey bars were all the way across the playground from the swings.

“Let go of me!” Jason’s legs swung and kicked.

Lara gave him a brisk shake. It looked about as difficult for her as salting pasta would be for me. “Say you’re sorry.”

“Hey!” Miracle of miracles, The Thing That Spawned Jason was on her feet and running for the swings. “Leave my son alone! Put him down right now!”

I started to run, too. But my motives were in no way altruistic . . . I sure wasn’t at all interested in saving Jason’s spoiled little white-​bread butt.

No, all I could think as I raced toward them was, First I get Antonia killed, and now I’m going to get Lara beat up . . . Oh, the werewolves are gonna throw us a party, they’ll be so pleased. Nice, Betsy. And it’s not even five o’clock.

I made myself slow down. A lot. Because about the only way this could get worse was if I outed myself as a vampire. Humans could not run at forty miles an hour. Slow down. A lot. Get Lara away from there before she—

“She’s littler than you.” Another shake. “And not as strong.” Another shake—sort of like when a terrier kills a rat.

Jason had both his hands locked around her wrist and, from his strained, reddening complexion, was trying as hard as he could to pry her hand off him. “You’re supposed to watch out for her,” Lara the Terrifying was saying. “She’s your ’sponsibility and you hurt her on purpose! You don’t ever do that!”

“Put me down!”

“ ’kay .” I didn’t even have time to groan and cover my eyes; Lara pulled Jason toward her, sidestepped, and threw him about six feet. He skidded nose-​first into the gravel, sat up, and started howling. His nose was bleeding and the rich, heady scent went straight to my head.

Well, this was just swell. On top of everything else, I’d popped my fangs. Way to stay off the radar, Vampire Queen.

I reached Lara, veering around the mother who had instantly rushed to her son’s side when things stopped going his way.

“Argh, Lara, thith ith awful! Why’d you do that? You can’t be throwing bullieth around like that. Are you trying to get me eaten alive? Your father—”

Lara was ignoring me. I had, in fact, stopped existing for her at all. She had gone to the girl, helped her out of the dirt, and brushed her off. “Are you okay? We have Band-​Aids at my house. Do you need one?”

“Nuh-​uh.” The girl rubbed her cheeks with grubby fists, mixing dirt with tears. “How’d you do that? That was really cool. I want to do that. Can you throw him again?”

“I better not,” Lara muttered, giving me a wary look. Not like she was scared of me; more like she was calculating how much of a threat I was to her at that moment.

I had a flashback to what her mother—her human mother—had told me earlier.

A werewolf cub is not a human child. And what else had she said? She’d looked so strange when she said it. That look on her face—a mixture of pride and sorrow. It wasn’t an expression I’d ever seen before.

They’re faster. Stronger . . . crueler.

Jeannie had known her shit; Lara was no more human than I was. She hadn’t responded to Jason like a little girl who wanted to play on the monkey bars; she’d responded like an alpha who saw weakness and pain and instantly acted to put an end to it. She’d seen someone who needed protecting and she hadn’t hesitated—never mind the consequences to her, or me.

Which was a lot more than I had done.

Great. Shown up by someone who didn’t weigh more than a bag of dog chow. Who was already more of a leader than I could ever be.

“—because we could go up to my house and—”

“You!” Oh, terrific. The Thing That Birthed Bullies had marched over to us, dragging her bawling son behind her. “You think I didn’t see what you did? I saw what you did, and you’re going to—”

Okay, that was just about enough. I locked gazes with her and said, “Go thit down.”

The anger—all animation, in fact—left her face and she turned and walked like a robot over to the bench. Good old vampire mojo; there were times when I was more than pleased to use it.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” Lara asked.

“You jutht never mind my voith. Letth get out of here.”

“Hey, your teeth are all pointy! I don’t think you should bite him, though.” She looked at Jason, who was so bewildered by the events of the last twenty seconds he had stopped crying. Then she smiled at him, the flat, fake smile of a store mannequin. “He wouldn’t taste good at all.”

Jason was now backing away from her, wiping the blood from his nose with a swipe of his sleeve. I couldn’t say I blamed him. And the farther away he got, the less crazy the smell of his O-​positive goodness made me.

“Your mom underplayed it, if anything,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Never mind. Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay. I’ve got what I wanted, anyway.”

We started heading out of the playground, back toward Lara’s house. “What, you wanted to throw a bully fifteen feet?”

“It wasn’t even close to fifteen feet. Boy, you really like to exaggerate, don’t you?”

“It’s one of my weaknesses,” I admitted.

“Besides, I just wanted to get another look at you.”

I stopped so suddenly she took a couple more steps before she realized she was walking alone. “You wanted to what?”

“To get another look at you. If you and my daddy become enemies, you’ll be my enemy. I might have to kill you someday, to protect the Pack. Why wouldn’t I come see you?”

“But you and I met already.”

“Yes,” Lara explained patiently, “but now you’re in my lands. I’m not in yours.”

I stared, struck speechless—which is not a normal thing for me, better believe it. “So, if I’ve got this right, you didn’t want me to take you to play. You wanted to—to—”

A werewolf cub is not a human child.

“—to size me up?”

“Uh-​huh.” She brightened as the mansion came into sight. “D’you want some ice cream? I’d love a dish of chocolate.”

Okay. Now I was getting a genuine case of the creeps. Because I could see that, for her, the situation was over, done, resolved. She could move on to other things now, and would.

In other words, she was behaving exactly like she was taught and bred to behave: to worry only about the Now. Tomorrow was a thousand years away. Yesterday was even further away.

I sighed and surrendered. “Yeah. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

“Hey! You’re not talking funny anymore.”

“Let’s thank God for small favors, okay? Also, if you could not mention this little fracas to your folks, that would be peachy.”

Lara laughed. “You’re funny.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I followed her up the drive to the mansion. “I’m a barrel of freakin’ monkeys.”