Kyra
So… She'd accepted his offer to go out of the country.
She couldn’t believe how easily everything was falling into place.
Thanks to her vampires, all of her paperwork was in order. She had a driver’s license, a passport, a birth certificate, a Social Security card – everything she needed, and she also had a practically unlimited spending account, with unrestricted access. The vampires had amassed so much money that they didn't even question her spending. They didn't even have the accounts sent to their address. She wasn't sure if they even looked at it at all.
She could tell Derek was itching to leave right away. So she packed her things and left. They boarded the first flight out of Anchorage. Of course, it took a very long time to get to Martinique.
It was probably foolish to go so far away from the pack. She really needed to be learning more about all of them. Not just one of them.
But when Victor and his cronies hatched this plan, they had never anticipated her getting this close to the second in command.
She’d gone home to the coven last night. It was starting to feel less like home, though she could not afford to let Victor think she felt that way.
Thank God the vampires did not read body language very well.
Victor curled his lip. "You slept with him. Did you not?”
She squared her shoulders. She would not be shamed. A physical relationship between wolf shifters was a perfectly natural thing to develop. And spies had been using sex as a tool for as long as spies had existed.
"I thought it was a good decision. I stand by it. And I came here to tell you that I'm still helping him with the search for his missing friend." A thought occurred to her. "Did you all have anything to do with that?"
Victor flattened his mouth. "You know that if we make a move, no one will be wondering where it came from. When the time comes, we will not live in the shadows.”
That hadn’t really answered her question. Wolf shifters were not good at hiding their emotions. They were usually transparent, unlike vampires. Which meant she could never tell if Victor was lying or not. "Okay, I was just making sure,” she said.
“Remember, dear girl, that we are not amateurs. We have been doing this for a very long time."
If that was true, then why did they need her help? She didn't voice the thought aloud though – some things were better left unsaid.
Victor's second in command, Ian, grabbed her shoulder. "Don't forget where your loyalties lie."
"Am I not here right now?" She crossed her arms and looked at Victor. "I don't appreciate the insinuations."
Victor ignored the other vampire and motioned for her to come with him. He looked into her eyes. "And you are sure this Derek has no clue that you're working for us?”
"I'm as sure as I can be. Part of it was pure luck. I was in the right place at the right time and when something happened to his friend, he was desperate for help. Plus, one of the pack elders said I smelled familiar. He remembers my dad. And he believed my story about them moving to Europe for adventure.”
After that long rambling conversation, another pack elder had come over to her.
“I remember your father,” he’d said. “He always had a roving eye.” He nudged her arm. “He reminds me quite a lot of Derek."
That particular conversation had been painful, as well as incredibly awkward for her, but she’d done her best to remain jovial. She didn’t want to think of her father being anything like Derek.
Not that she had any evidence that Derek was bad, other than his association with a pack that didn’t allow human members, but that was irrelevant.
She also didn’t like to think of Derek with a myriad of females. Not that it was her business. But she still hated it.
What the hell does that mean for me?