“Your coy invitations won’t work on me. You smell like him, you know.”
I stared at him for a moment, shocked. Who would have guessed he’d know how to use the word coy?
Then, I turned away from him, not wanting to hear how I smelled like Emmitt. How long had I been out? Was there even the slightest chance Emmitt had heard me scream?
I carefully looked around the old hotel room. The blue curtains and worn carpet matched the faded paisley comforter on the bowed bed. Streaks of yellow from the prior occupants’ smoking habits ran down the once white walls of the room. Mustiness, sweat, and stale smoke permeated the air.
When I turned too far, trying to look behind me, I winced at the pain in my stomach and head.
I turned to look at Frank again. He’d been studying me while I examined the room.
“How soon until Blake gets here?” I asked.
He grinned nastily. “It’ll be awhile. He’s out of town trying to tie up two loose ends.”
I knew he was talking about my brothers so I smiled back sickly-sweet, not letting a hint of fear or concern show. “He’ll be back soon, then. There’s no way he’s going to get them now, not without exposing himself to a whole lot of angry werewolves.”
Frank narrowed his eyes at me again. “You’re choosing the wrong side in this, Michelle. You side with those mongrels, and you’ll get hurt.”
“Hate to break it to you, but you’re the same mongrel.” And I was already hurt.
He grunted his disbelief. “We may have started out the same many millennia ago, but we are nothing alike now. When this is over, it will be the Urbat who rule the earth, not you humans or the werewolves.”
He got up and walked over to me. Grabbing my arms, he forced me to overlap my hands so he could zip tie them together. So much for leaving my hands free, I thought as the small strip of plastic bit into my tender flesh. It was just one more pain to add to the list. The worst, by far, was my head. When I turned, I could feel a slight tug on the back of my neck where dried blood had glued my hair to my skin.
He stepped back, putting distance between us. “I think you’re right; I do need a shower. I need to wash your deluded filth from me.”
Despite his appearances, I was beginning to see he was no idiot, just crazy.
“I’m not the deluded one here, Frank. You are if you think you’re going to rule the world. You may be strong, but there are more humans than you can deal with. And you know it, or you wouldn’t be hiding the fact you’re a werewolf.”
“You know nothing. You’re just a tiny, insignificant piece in a global puzzle.”
“There is no puzzle, just a greedy, crazy werewolf leading other crazy, greedy werewolves. And If I’m so insignificant, then why take me? Let me go.”
“The only crazy thing about Blake was his decision to let Richard keep you for four years. Your time’s up. We’ve waited long enough for you to come to the right decision on your own. Now, we will decide for you. We’ll start with you, and then we’ll help the rest of your sisters. We will stop this cycle, and a judgment will be made.”
He slowly approached me with a wild light in his eyes. He didn’t look upset anymore, and that worried me. He slowly knelt in front of me, spreading my knees so his hips were against the chair. His stench was overwhelming.
“You can end this now.” He tilted his neck so I could see the dirt rings there. “Claim me. I will raise your brothers to be strong, not the little weaklings Richard made them.”
They were not weaklings. The courage they’d displayed when I’d run with them and when David had found us again, was undeniable. Weaklings were men like Frank and Blake who bullied and hurt people. Torn on how to respond, I simply chose to turn away from him. Spitting in his eye like I wanted to do would probably just result in more bleeding on my part.
He growled furiously and shoved to his feet. I watched him from the corner of my eye. At first, I thought he would hit me and inwardly cringed. After a moment, he seemed to calm himself and swung away to move toward the bathroom. He left the door open, no doubt so he could hear me. I averted my eyes and thought back to what he’d said.
He was right. I didn’t know anything. What sisters was he talking about? I was an only child from my father and had two brothers from my mom. No sisters. And what was an Urbat? He made it sound different from a werewolf.
Perhaps I didn’t need Blake. It seemed Frank had some answers, too. I just needed to figure out how to get them. The thought of being nice to him made my stomach roll. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad once he was clean.
The water turned on, and the shower curtain rustled. I risked a quick glance at the bathroom where I, thankfully, couldn’t see him, then turned to look for something that might help me get out of the ties. Even the slightest tug hurt so I didn’t try too hard. What was the point if I bruised myself so badly I couldn’t run? I knew they wanted me alive. I was too valuable to them, which was probably why I hadn’t been hurt worse.
The sudden silence from the bathroom brought me back from my thoughts. There was no way his shower had been long enough to get rid of the smell. I quickly turned away, afraid he’d come marching out in the nude. I grew nervous when he didn’t make any noise for several minutes.
“Afraid you’ll see something you like?” His voice, inches from my ear, startled me.
I squeezed my eyes shut and answered with more bravado than I felt. “Hardly. I just don’t think my stomach can take much more—”
He smacked me upside the back of the head, stopping the rest of my comment. I winced and swallowed hard against the pain. It could have been worse.
Risking another smack, I kept talking, hoping he’d give away some useful information. “You know, it’s that kind of treatment that had me running in the first place. If you wanted me to stay, you could have tried some kindness.”
“Richard and your brothers were your kindness. You were allowed to stay with your brothers, yet you still resented the monthly Introductions. You were provided for and kept safe. What more do you think you needed?”
Think? My estimation of his intelligence dipped.
“My freedom,” I said, risking a look.
He wore the same dirty cutoffs and stood near the bed. Most of the grime that had coated his skin was gone. I wasn’t about to trust the smell had disappeared, too.
“And what would you have done with your freedom?” He tilted his head as if really interested in my answer.
“If I would have had it from the beginning, simple things, like shop for my own clothes or take the boys to the park.”
He considered me for a moment. “What if it would’ve been given to you later?”
There was no point answering because his smug expression said it all. We both knew I would have run. What did he really expect? How long could you treat a person like a prisoner before they started dreaming of escape?
His pocket buzzed softly. Given his state of dress, I would have never guessed he owned a cell phone. He dug it out and answered it abruptly. He listened for a moment then started to pace. As he moved, he kept eye contact with me. It was like watching a lion at the zoo. I wished I had werewolf hearing. Whatever the caller said, Frank didn’t like it. His face flushed and a low growl erupted from him.
“Get rid of him. I don’t want to hear from you again until he’s dead.” He slid the phone closed, ending the conversation as abruptly as he’d begun.
Hope flooded me. He could only be talking about Emmitt. I frowned, and hope turned to worry. Someone was helping Frank and had seen Emmitt. I wondered if Grey and Carlos were with him. I needed to distract Frank from planning anything further.