Touch of Madness by C. T. Adams

Author:C. T. Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2011-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

14

There are some arguments you are not going to win. The trick is to accept it, and move on. I would love to say I’m good at that. I’m not. But at some point I realized that unless I wanted to spend the next forty years or so arguing in the basement of my building, I was going to have to give in. Because Rob and Dusty weren’t about to back down, and Tom agreed with them.

They’d been waiting by the rental car when Tom and I exited the freight elevator. Dusty looked small and vulnerable in a lavender down jacket, zipped up to her chin—her hair hidden by a matching pull-on cap that was decorated with white and silver snowflakes. Her black jeans were tucked into an ugly set of glossy royal purple snow boots that were lined with thick crimson fake fur. Her hands were covered by the lavender and white mittens that had come with the hat. Despite the warm clothes, her face seemed pinched with the cold, or maybe with worry. Normally she tries to act aggressively tough. Today she didn’t bother.

Rob was in his black leather trench coat. He wore boots, but more as a fashion statement than in reaction to the weather. They were heavy and black, and came up to his knees, fastening with complicated-looking steel buckles. There was probably some trick to fastening them that I wasn’t going to figure out at just a casual glance.

“What are you doing here?”

“Dusty sensed that something was up. She said we needed to be here,” Rob explained.

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. Dusty’s psychic talent was what had made her Monica’s second choice for a replacement queen. But she’d never said or done anything to show off her talent before now, so I’d pretty much forgotten all about it.

I turned to Tom. “If I take the two of them with me, Amanda won’t have to kill me, Mary will do it for her.”

Dusty flinched a little, but didn’t say anything to deny it. It was Rob who argued, “You need us, Kate. I don’t know what you’re going up against, but you need reinforcements. Dusty saw it. If you don’t take us along willingly, we’ll just follow you in Dusty’s car, so you might as well stop arguing.”

The little shit meant every word. At least he wasn’t smug. If anything, he seemed a little nervous, as though he was afraid I might try to kick his ass.

“I think we should bring them,” Tom said. “Rob knows how to fight, and Dusty can drive us to the hospital, in case anybody gets hurt.” By “anybody” he meant me. Werewolves aren’t issued driver’s licenses because the condition is triggered by adrenaline. If we got in a fight, Rob and Tom were almost guaranteed to be in wolf form.

He had a point. I didn’t like it, but there was a good chance I’d be hurt. Hell, Carlton and the queens thought I’d be killed. Having Dusty as a back-up driver could make the difference between life and death for me, Tom, or Rob.

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