Thunder Moon (Nightcreature 8)

I shoved him away and drew my weapon.

His gaze shifted from my bare breasts to the Glock. “You have an odd idea of foreplay.”

“Then you’re really not going to like the climax.” I lowered the barrel until it was pointed at his crotch.

He took a step backward.

“Don’t move.” I got off the desk, ignoring the sudden chill as the air drifted over my skin. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of covering myself. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before.

Keeping my eyes and my gun on him, I retrieved one of the papers he’d swept so grandly to the floor. I would have known sooner if I hadn’t believed they’d been burnt to cinders in the fire at my house earlier that night.

I held up a paper covered in my great-grandmother’s handwriting. “Who in hell are you?”

Chapter 26

“You know who I am.”

“I may know your name but not who you are. Not why you’re really here.” I set the paper on the desk, then leaned my hip against it. “Tell me more about the Raven Mocker.”

“I should have known you’d figure it out.”

I didn’t bother to tell him I’d only figured it out because I’d been eavesdropping.

“You left a buzzard feather at my house?”

He lifted one shoulder, lowered it.

“You thought I was a witch?”

“Someone is.”

“Why me?”

“You were out in the forest the night of the Thunder Moon.”

“So were you.”

“I was looking for the Raven Mocker, and there you were.”

“You knew it was here?”

“I knew it was coming.”

“How?”

He tilted his head. “You wanna stow the gun, maybe put on a shirt so I can think straight?”

“No.”

“I won’t hurt you. If I planned to, I could have a hundred times already.”

“Well, that makes me all warm and fuzzy,” I muttered, my stomach rolling.

I’d believed he wanted me for me, just as I’d wanted him. But like so many others, he’d wanted something from me—to get close so he could see if I was evil and then steal my great-grandmother’s medicine.

I stared at him, uncertain what to do. Scream, shout, shoot? None was a good idea, so I put up my gun and reached for my shirt, keeping my eye on him the whole time.

“Talk,” I ordered as I buttoned the last button.