Kitty Takes a Holiday (Kitty Norville 3)

As I faded, sinking into a half-asleep state, I glimpsed another shadow at the doorway. A figure looked in briefly, then moved away. Then I heard the front door open and close, and faintly, like a buzzing in a distant dream, the Jeep’s engine started up, and tires crunched on the gravel drive.

He’s gone, my dream self thought, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

chapter 10

He’s gone,” Ben said, leaning over the kitchen sink and looking out the window to the clearing where Cormac’s Jeep was no longer parked.

Cormac had cleared out his bedroll, his duffel bag, his guns. After sharing the space with him for a week, the house seemed empty without him and his things. He’d packed everything up and driven off in the middle of the night. It was how he often made his exits.

This time, though, the bastard had left me to figure out this curse business on my own. I’d been counting on his help.

“Why?” Ben said.

“You know him better than I do. You know what he’s like.” I sat at the table, feet up on the seat of my chair, hugging my knees. “Did he have someplace he needed to be? Maybe he’s following up on his contact, about the blood magic.”

Ben shook his head. “Three’s a crowd. That’s what he was thinking. That’s why he left.”

“But…”And I couldn’t think of anything more to say. If Cormac had felt that way, he should have said something.

He should have told me. Why couldn’t he ever just come out and say it? “Should we go after him? Should we call him?” I had his number stored on my cell phone. I’d entered it in when I first got the phone, a short time after I met him. He was the kind of person you could call in an emergency.

Again, Ben shook his head. “If he’d wanted us to contact him, he’d have left a note.”

/> “It’s not a matter of what he wants, it’s a matter of what’s good for him. He’s not going to go do something crazy to get himself hurt, is he?”

Ben arched a brow wryly. “Any more so than he usually does?”

He had a point.

“What’s the plan now?” I said. “Cormac left us with that curse. I’d just as soon let the curse win and get out of here.”

Ben continued looking out into the forest. He seemed peaceful, if sad. The calm was holding. “One more day. Give me one more day to pull myself together. I don’t think I’m ready for civilization yet.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I’d give him all the time I could. “You got it.”

So. That started our first day without Cormac.

I worked at the computer. I’d tried to pull off a modern-day Walden, but I’d failed to live up to Thoreau’s ideals. The real problem was that I didn’t have a pond. It was Walden Pond. I needed a large body of water for effective contemplation.

But really, what would Thoreau have done if a friend had shown up with a werewolf bite and begged for his help? Which made me wonder if maybe there was a more sinister reason Thoreau went off to live by himself in the woods, and he dressed the whole experience up in all this rhetoric about simple living to cover it up. Werewolves were not exactly part of the accepted canon of American literature. What would Thoreau have done?

A WWTD? bumper sticker would take too much explaining. And really, he’d have probably lectured the poor guy about how his dissolute lifestyle had gotten him into the situation.

I wasn’t Thoreau. Wasn’t ever going to be Thoreau. Screw it. I wrote pages about the glories of mass consumerism offered by the height of modern civilization. All the reasons not to run off to the woods and deny yourself a few basic indulgences in life.

That night, without a word spoken about it, Ben and I slipped into bed together and snuggled under the covers for warmth. No making out, no sex, not so much as a kiss, and that was fine. We were pack, and we needed to be together.

We should have left town that day.

Something happened, woke me up. I could barely feel it as it pressed against the air, making its own little wind with its passage. A predator, stalking me.

No. This was my place, my territory. I didn’t have to take this. I wasn’t going to run and let it win. Just no.

I slipped out of bed and stomped out to the porch, in the dark of night, no visible moon or stars or anything.

“Kitty?” Ben said, from the bedroom.

Leaning on the railing, I smelled the air. Trees, hills, and something. Something wrong. Couldn’t see anything in the forest, but it was here. Whatever hated me was here.