Her grief was easing, but he had felt her determination rising. She had been quiet the past few days, but something was strengthening inside her. He could sense it. He could feel it. And the animal part of him stretched in anticipation.
"We need groceries," Haley stated later, as they neared the outskirts of Buffalo Gap. She was aware of the six breeds who rode with them, their silence, their watchfulness. Just as she was aware of their suspicion each time they checked to see if Zane Taggart was still following them. Zane wouldn't let go easy. He had imagined himself in love with her years before, and during that brief affair, he had driven her crazy with his protectiveness. It was always very subtle, very warm, but he would have tried to wrap her in cotton if they had stayed together.
And as much as she cared for Zane, the rest just hadn't come as she had hoped it would. As he had been certain it would. Breaking off their relationship had hurt both of them, and she had tried to ensure that she never placed herself in that position again.
"You can make out a list when we get to the house," Noble stated. "Someone will deliver the items you need." Of course, why hadn't she thought of that?
Her fists clenched in her lap. She couldn't even risk going to the grocery store.
"Jonas will be waiting for us at the house," he continued. "We need to discuss what he's learned in the past few days. He's finally managed to gather enough information to give us an idea of what we're looking at." She looked up at him in surprise. "He's going to tell me?"
"It's your life." His sensual lips tightened, and his black eyes flared with anger. "I need you to help me protect you, Haley. To do that, you need the same information I do."
"At least you're not going to try to lock me in a box then." She sighed. The past three days had been hell. Of course her brothers as well as her father had eventually learned something was going on. Concerned neighbors, nosy citizens, someone had made certain they got hold of them.
Her father was screaming on the phone the night before as her brothers vied to be heard over him during the four-way call.
She still had a headache and she doubted Noble's conversation with them had done much to allay their concerns or their threats to head straight to Buffalo Gap.
"It wouldn't do any good to lock you in a box, would it?" He sounded mildly interested at the prospect, enough so that she shot him a warning glare.
"I know how to pick locks."
His lips quirked. "Now, why didn't I guess that?"
"Probably because you were considering the box," she muttered. She ignored the amusement in the breeds across from her.
They were an interesting lot. The three in the driver's area and the three sitting across from them. They were hard-eyed, tough, and strong. Long hair, numerous scars, and all of them looked like men who could fight their way through an army single-handedly.
And they had all put their lives on the line for her. It was a terrifying thought. It was the reason she had promised herself that whatever Noble needed her to do, she would do. Because it was apparent he wasn't going to leave. Nor would he let her leave. That didn't mean she had to like it. And it didn't mean she had to accept the very sensual invitation he extended each time their eyes met.
"A box was never under consideration," he finally admitted. "We'll find out who is behind the bombing soon. We know the why of it, we just have to identify the who. Once we've done that, you'll be safe. And once you've testified at the hearing against Brackenmore and Engalls next month, then they'll no longer have a reason to want you dead. They'll be too busy trying to save their own skins." She didn't know if she agreed with him on that one. It seemed to her that the hatred Brackenmore and Engalls would feel toward her would be reason enough to kill her. Thankfully for the breeds, she wasn't the only proof they had against the pair.
"Jonas has arrived at the house," Mordecai Savant, the Coyote breed enforcer who had arrived at Sanctuary six months before, told Noble as he glanced at the handheld PDA he pulled from the heavy uniform pocket at his thigh. "It's clear. No signs of unwanted visitors. The lions have canvassed the area, and everything's clear."
"The lions?" She glanced at Noble again. "You have lions at my house?"
"The natural lions can sense things we don't," he told her. "If they hesitate, then we know there's a problem. They're our best first defense."
"Proceed in," Mordecai told him. "Jonas is waiting in the kitchen." Haley had to bite her tongue to keep from commenting on that one. No doubt he had sniffed out her stash of cookies agairi. She was going to have to bake more before long. Breeds could find the cookies faster than her brothers could.
"Is he eating all the cookies?" Blade Travers could never, in anyone's imagination, look boyish. But the anxiety in his eyes reminded her of just that. A kid's concern that he wouldn't get his share.
"If there are cookies around, then Jonas is going to find them," the breed simply known as Crayven snorted from the front seat. "And I bet Mercury, Lawe, and Rule are taking more than their share, too."
Yes, she was going to be making more cookies soon, she thought as she heard Noble sigh, almost with longing beside her.
"I know how to bake more," she finally gritted out between clenched teeth. And why she was that insane, she couldn't imagine.
"You would bake us more?" Mordecai's eyes narrowed on her, as though he suspected her of lying. She was definitely going to have to add to that grocery list.
"I always bake at Christmas." And it seemed this year, she was going to be baking a hell of a lot more than she imagined.
Breeds. Why hadn't anyone warned her it wasn't just their sharp teeth, biting words, or flare for killing that she needed to watch out for? Someone should have warned her to watch out for their craving for sweets as well.
She wondered if it went to their hips as fast as it did to hers.
She glanced at each one, then grimaced. She couldn't get that lucky.
Chapter 5
Hours later, Haley was baking cookies out of sheer desperation. Chocolate chip cookies, chocolate oatmeal cookies, and chocolate drop sugar cookies.
Haley baked to feel good, to think, and to hide. Tonight she was hiding. Uriel. She'd heard that name before, she'd read that name before. One of the names associated with a god of death. The Grim Reaper. The taker of life. In this case an assassin. According to Jonas, the assassin was suspected to be a breed still under the control of the Genetics Council that had created him.