Undead and Unwelcome by Maryjanice Davidson

Author:Maryjanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781101059685
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2009-10-07T20:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

I knocked, then poked my head into Jessica’s room to see how BabyJon was doing. Jessica, resigned, was walking back and forth with him while he alternated crying with spitting up on her shoulder.

“And once again, I can’t thank you enough.”

“And once again, I need to buy a new shirt.” She had to raise her voice to be heard over the baby. “Have fun at the funeral, anyway. Should be a piece of cake, right?”

“It’s a joke, that’s what it is.” I held out my arms and she gladly surrendered him to me. BabyJon hushed at once, except for the occasional hiccup.

“I wouldn’t say that around here if I were you,” she warned, scraping at the fusty left shoulder of her blouse.

“It’s the truth, though.”

“Come on, Bets. It’s hard for them. These guys—from what I’ve seen, they’re a tight bunch. It’s probably like losing a niece, or a sister, or—”

“Bullshit. The Pack didn’t like Antonia, remember? They were glad when she left.”

Jess snapped her fingers. “Jeez, you’re right! I’d forgotten all about that. It creeped them out that she couldn’t change, but could tell the future. They needed her, but they were all sorta scared of her, too.”

I nodded. Antonia had gotten abysmally drunk (do you have any idea how much booze a werewolf has to drink before feeling it?) one night a few months back. She’d told us the whole story.

How hardly any of them spoke to her.

How frightened they were of her: Would she withhold her predictions? If she saw something bad in a Pack member’s future, would she spill it? Or keep it to herself?

Worst of all, she’d told us how the Pack had been relieved when they’d found out she wasn’t coming back. They hadn’t missed her at all, or even worried about her.

No. They’d been relieved.

And now they expected me to face the music. The whole thing pissed me off.

Jessica was shaking her head. “Glad I’m not in your shoes, Bets. Although they are pretty nice,” she added, peeking at my pumps.

“They can do whatever they want with me,” I muttered. “But if they fuck with my shoes I’m going to kill them all in a variety of horrible ways.

“Gosh.” I kissed BabyJon on his sweet head. “I feel safer already.”

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