Nothing to Bite Home About by Patti Larsen

Author:Patti Larsen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy mystery series, paranormal mystery series, paranormal cozy mystery series, cozy murder mystery series, paranormal cozy murder mystery series, cozy murder mystery book, cozy mystery book, paranormal cozy mystery book, paranormal mystery book, paranormal murder mystery book
Publisher: Patti Larsen

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Chapter Seventeen

This time when I woke up, I was pissed. I mean, rip-roaring mad, ready to take a fool’s head off, and with very good reason as far as I was concerned. Callum was lucky the knockout left me groggy and with a massive headache or he’d have been toast right then and there.

That meant the best I could manage was a threatening and hateful stare as I rubbed at my sore throat, the cold stone of the storage cave’s uneven floor under me, the towering and triumphant Callum VanDermere smirking at me with his arms crossed over his chest, my unhappy look clearly not getting the message across that he was a dead man.

Just as soon as I managed to get up and ambulatory again.

To make it worse, Thom hovered behind him, the older man’s pinched expression and visible unease obvious in the way he wrung his hands in front of his wool sweater, swaying back and forth on his feet, looking first to Callum then to me over and over again like he wasn’t sure this was a good idea after all.

I certainly didn’t think it was.

“Finally,” Callum said, offering me a hand. I batted at it, pushing myself up on my own, thank you, grasping at a bookshelf that swayed under my heavy touch, though it did the job. “I thought I’d never get you out of there.”

Wait. “You think you rescued me?” I have no idea how anyone deciphered the croaking words that escaped me, but he managed.

“Of course not,” he said. At least Callum understood his role in this and had zero shame in the matter. I had to respect that, if dislike it very, very much. “You’re welcome anyway.” Right, because I asked to be choked into unconsciousness and taken back to the scene of the crime.

And then it hit me, a gazillion blows in one giant punch that left me breathless all over again.

Oh. Crap.

I was outside the boundary of Hallow.

“It’s all right, Keeper,” Thom spoke up then, voice quavering. He must have guessed what I was thinking from the look on my face. “You are allowed to leave, you know. It’s not against the laws or anything.” They didn’t tell me that, the sneaks, neither Obernathy nor Chargoyle or anyone else for that matter. They’d pay for that. No, wait, Obernathy told me I couldn’t take the book over the border without the entirety of Hallow suffering the consequences. He didn’t say anything about me personally. Lies by omission were still lies, so my mind jacker would have that to answer to.

Speaking of which, my ancient mental friend still hadn’t shown up and I was on my own. Typical. Where was a millennia old sorcerer or whatever he was when you needed him?

“You just can’t take the book with you,” Thom finished then, before shrinking under Callum’s glare, confirming what I already knew. Because the young VanDermere had turned slowly when the old man began speaking, his flat expression hard to read under the heavy beard.

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