I blushed deeper. “If I had, which I didn’t, that’s not the reason why you’re after me.”
Jaxson gave a deep, God-give-me-patience sigh. “You’re a witness. We need your help. You’ve been targeted. You could be in danger. All of which I explained when I told you not to leave town.”
“But why me?”
“As for why you were targeted, I don’t know. As for why we need you, you’re the only person who can identify the assailants.”
“So you tracked me all the way to Magic Side?”
He looked me up and down with a stony gaze. “I think the bigger question, Ms. Caine, is what are you doing here?”
Suspicion made the hair on my neck stand on end. There was a question beneath the question, but I didn’t understand it.
This man seemed adept at discerning lies, so I hedged. “I’m visiting family. For the first time.”
“Who?”
“None of your business,” I snapped.
His eyes turned a deeper gold. “I have many friends here in Magic Side, Ms. Caine. Who are you visiting?”
I considered that for a moment as those eyes of his pulled me in. Alma had said my family was extremely dangerous, but it might be good to have a second opinion. He might know of them.
“I’m visiting my aunt, Laurel LaSalle.”
Jaxson jerked back as if I’d slapped him in the face, and I yelped as the car tilted slightly. His eyes dilated and blazed like twin suns, and I could practically taste his emotion.
Abject hatred.
Jaxson
Of course.
In the twenty-four hours since I’d laid eyes on Savannah Caine, she’d killed a werewolf, disobeyed every request I’d made, stolen my keys, and led me on a two-hundred-mile wild-goose chase.
Of course she was a LaSalle.
I should have known just from the bittersweet-orange hair. To think that I’d found it beautiful at first sight. Now the only thing I could see in it were the flames that had consumed my sister as she’d choked to death on wolfsbane.
Fucking LaSalles.
“Is everything okay?” the bridge cop began, approaching.
I sucked in a sharp breath and looked at where my hands rested on the edge of the roof. They’d shifted to claws, and I was pushing so hard against the car that I’d inadvertently tilted the driver’s side so that the wheels were three inches off the ground.
“We’re fine,” I growled out of the corner of my mouth.
She halted and averted her eyes in submission. She was from my pack and would do exactly as ordered.
Unlike the LaSalle woman.
Savannah stared up at me with wide eyes. She couldn’t have seen my claws on the roof, but she knew something was up…probably because I had the car tilted off the ground. I fought to rein in my emotions, relaxed my arms, and let it settle.
“What was that?” Savannah gasped.
I looked deep into her eyes. “Nothing to worry about. Just a gust of wind.”
“A gust of wind?” she asked incredulously.