Wild Things (Chicagoland Vampires 9)

We stood there silently for a moment, contemplating that somewhat pathetic, but entirely believable, profile.

Gabe looked at me. “I assume you haven’t yet determined where in Chicago the carnival might set up next?”

“Not yet. Catcher suggested we get the House on it. Maybe we can look at the carnival’s previous stops? See if there’s a pattern?”

Ethan nodded. “I’ll talk to Luc.”

Jeff nodded. “I’ll dig further into Regan’s ID, see if I can shake something loose there.” He looked to Catcher. “I’ll send you the photo. Maybe you can send it to Baumgartner, any other contacts you have, see if she looks familiar?”

“Will do.”

The fierce wail of a frustrated infant rang through the house. Gabriel smiled.

“Kid’s got some lungs.”

Ethan smiled. “So he does.”

“And I believe that’s probably my cue to exit stage right. What’s on your agenda?”

“Actually,” Mallory said, sharing a glance with Catcher, who nodded, “we’d like to go home.”

Gabriel’s brows lifted. “Oh?”

“If there’s a chance the carnival is headed back to Chicago,” Catcher said, “I’d like to be there, on the ground, and get the word out to sups, the Houses.”

“We came for Lup,” Mallory said, “and unfortunately that’s over. But considering what went down, we didn’t want to leave without checking with you first. We don’t want to make things worse.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Go home,” he said. “And thank you for your service. You did good out there. You stuck to your guts, to your heart, and you did that thing you do.”

She beamed with obvious delight at the praise. “Thank you, Gabe,” she said, laying a hand on his arm. “I suppose I’ll see you at the bar when you get back?”

“That you will,” Gabriel said.

Mallory and I exchanged hugs. “I’ll call you,” she said, rubbing my back before she released me again.

Catcher did the manly head-bob thing with the guys. “I’ll keep an eye and ear out in the Windy City. Talk to the supernatural community, see what I can find out. I’m going to have to give them a warning—tell them, at a minimum, to stay away from the carnival. We don’t know that’s how they do their targeting, but it’s all we’ve got. We can’t exactly tell them to avoid harpies and elves.”

“Although that’s also good advice,” Jeff said.

“Truth,” Catcher agreed. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything in the ether. And keep us posted.”

Ethan nodded. “Safe travels,” he said, and they walked to the door.

“How much longer will she work for you?” I asked Gabriel.

“Not much,” he said. “But she’s not quite there yet. She will be tested again.”

I slanted him a glance. “Is that prophecy or guesswork?”

He made a throaty laugh. “Is there a difference?”

You tell me, I thought. Gabriel had prophesied there was another set of “green eyes” in my future, eyes that looked much like Ethan’s. It seemed like a reference to a child, but since no vampire had successfully carried a child to term, that wasn’t actually a possibility.

But still.

“Two down, two to go,” Gabriel said, glancing at Ethan, a grin pulling up a corner of his mouth. “As you two have not yet solved this particular mystery, I presume you’ll be staying here.”

“We’re staying,” Ethan flatly said, “because the mayor still wants my hide and the Brecks have offered us shelter. In the meantime we’ll continue to investigate the menagerie.”

He glanced at his watch. “But at the moment, I think we’ll return to the carriage house. I need to check in, and we need to get the House started on research.” He glanced at my muddy pants and jacket. “And I presume my Sentinel would appreciate a change of clothes.”

“Cadogan’s Sentinel, if that’s what you meant to say, would appreciate a change of clothes. And a shower.”

Gabriel grinned. “She has your number, Sullivan.”

“And my heart, for better or worse.” He looked at me and smiled, ignoring the mixed company, and sent blood rushing to my cheeks.

Jeff cleared his throat. “So, I’m going to head to the Brecks’ ops room,” he said, tucking away his toy again. “Faster processors in there.”

“For searching, or for Jakob’s Quest?” I wondered.

It was Jeff’s turn to blush. “A little work, a little play, makes Jack a happy boy.”

Gabriel held up a hand. “I don’t need the details of how you and my sister spend your playtime, whelp.”

“And I don’t want to give them to you,” Jeff assured him. “Talk to you all later.”

Ethan and I said our good-byes, but before I could turn to follow Ethan to the door, Gabriel took my arm. I looked up, found his eyes intense and swirling.

“The future I once shared with you, Kitten. Do you think that’s prophecy or guesswork?”

I presumed he meant his green-eyes prediction, and my heart thudded against my chest.

I shook my head. “I don’t know.” My voice was barely a whisper. “You tell me.”

“It’s exactly what you think,” he said. “But there will be tests for you, as well.”

And with those words hanging in the air like so much ripe fruit, he disappeared, leaving me, heart pounding, standing in the hallway.

A child, with Ethan.

Gabriel had as much as confirmed it, even if he hadn’t said the words aloud. My heart blossomed with hope and love and possibility . . . and also fear. What had he meant by “tests”? I’d been attacked, seen my city nearly destroyed and my grandfather nearly killed, and I’d watched Ethan die to save my life. Was it the GP? Was it Ethan’s challenging Darius, or some injury he’d have to endure? And if a child was in our future, was our being together an inevitability? Or was Gabriel’s prophecy the shifter version of a devil’s bargain? Would I get exactly what I wanted, but with some horribly ironic twist?

“Are you all right?” Ethan asked as we walked back to the carriage house. “You seem tense.”

He was right. Gabriel’s words hung thick around my neck; once again, I was too unnerved to voice them to Ethan. I’d kept secrets from him before. Secrets I thought weren’t mine to tell, like my membership in the RG. Revealing that fact had put Jonah at risk as much as it did me.