Old Dog, New Tricks by Edwards Hailey

Author:Edwards, Hailey [Edwards, Hailey]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Black Dog Series, urban fantasy romance, Dark Fantasy, Coming of Age, Hailey Edwards, New Adult, dark fantasy romance, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Hailey Edwards
Published: 2014-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

My right butt cheek smarted when I plopped down in my chair in Mac’s living room. The chilly cushion was under me, and my girly bits were numb. Thanks to the lizard man, I now knew that skin physiology translated almost exactly from pelt to person. As in, I lost my tail as a bunny. So I lost an ungodly notch of butt cheek as Thierry. The wound hadn’t bled since leaving Summer, and the thick scab was about ready to flake off. I had no intentions of picking at it and risking an unfortunate scar.

Shaw would laugh his ass off when I told him.

A ribbon of doubt sliced through me that I might never get the chance to hear him tease me, and I sobered.

I would get him back. Soon. He was running out of time. Days were melting away.

Rook sat across from me in Mac’s usual chair. He leaned forward, elbows braced on his kneecaps, watching me fidget with a pensive expression on his face. I glared at him, and he spoke, his voice whisper-soft, pitched low so Mac wouldn’t hear us.

“Who did this to you?”

I started at the question, and then I snorted. “Like you care.”

Fishing for information on where we had been and what we had done was more likely.

With a growl, he shoved back in his chair. “I can’t help you if you don’t trust me.”

“Then you can’t help, because I don’t trust you.”

“You need me to get your incubus back,” he said smugly.

“It would be easier if you cooperated, but Mac and I can find our own way in if we have to.”

“Tick, tock.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll run out of time being stubborn.”

My eyes clamped shut, and I focused on breathing. In and out. Nice and slow. Strangling Rook, while oh so satisfying, wouldn’t rescue Shaw any faster. Though being a widow versus a divorcée...

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes and grinned as Mac ambled into the room, papers in hand.

I scooted onto the edge of my seat. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“I did.” He passed me the topmost sheaf. “It’s as I said, you require a majority vote.”

Paper in hand, I skimmed it and groaned. “Oh joy.”

The Seelie consul had seemed like the best bet, but shattering the tether had nixed that. If the Seelie had any doubt who was at fault, LL had heard Mac call me by name. No wiggling out of that blame. It left me one option—the Unseelie consul. He liked me marginally better than the Unseelie magistrate back home, which was like saying you would rather suffer a fork through your left eye instead of the right. No longer his princess, I doubted Daibhidh would be willing to work with me without some leverage.

“A majority vote...?” Rook echoed, eyes narrowing on the paper.

Seeing no reason not to tell him at this point, I smiled. “The honeymoon’s over, darlin’.”

“An annulment?” He shot to his feet. “You aren’t serious.”

“You lost the throne.

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