The Ghoul Vendetta by Lisa Shearin

Author:Lisa Shearin
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2017-01-12T13:41:47+00:00

21

I had good irons in the fire. Yasha was going to check in with Vlad for an update. Jenny was tapping her family network. I was about to try to get an audience with the local merqueen.

But first, I needed to tell Rake that Ian had been kidnapped, and I was going to do it without crying. I hadn’t cried yet, and I didn’t have time to do it now. You cried at funerals, not search and rescues—and that’s what this was going to be. I was going to find my partner and bring him home—alive and whole. For now, Ian was still both. I just had a feeling in my gut that didn’t have a thing to do with either wishful thinking or the cheeseburger I’d made myself eat before leaving headquarters. Like Kitty had said, I had to keep my strength up. Not eating was not an option.

Yasha was driving me to the marina. He did not like the fact that I’d be going out on the river alone with Rake. Apparently it didn’t matter that I’d been seeing Rake for months without a chaperone, let alone a bodyguard. But I knew what Yasha was feeling. When it came to Rake, Ian was the self-appointed big brother. With Ian gone . . . no, with Ian not here right now, Yasha was taking on that responsibility. Fortunately, he realized how important touching base again with Vlad was, or I’d have had one heck of an argument on my hands.

I was riding shotgun—Ian’s usual spot in the front seat. I glanced over at Yasha’s big hands on the wheel, hands that were now hairier than they should have been for this time of the month. The full moon wasn’t for another two days, but as we’d discovered last year when we were racing the clock to keep the supernatural community in the tristate area alive—including Yasha—our werewolf friend had started going wolf a wee bit earlier than scheduled. Normal people broke out in hives when they got nervous; werewolves broke out in fur and fangs. That night, we’d all had to depend on Rake and his boat to get us to our destination to save our little corner of the world. Rake hadn’t liked having a changing werewolf on his boat. I couldn’t really blame him, especially since Yasha didn’t like Rake.

We arrived at the marina. Rake was waiting, and I knew Yasha was going to stay right where he was until we were safely in the boat—though “safe” and “in the boat” was an oxymoron right now with a kraken lurking somewhere in the Hudson River. I didn’t try to dissuade him; I understood and appreciated it.

“I’ve got my phone,” I assured my big, and really hairy now, Russian friend. “And it’s in a waterproof pouch. I promise I’ll call if we’re attacked.”

“Have you—”

“Yes, I’ve taken my Dramamine.”

We sat there in silence, looking at each other.

“Yasha?”

“Da?”

“We’re going to get him back.”

His big shoulders sagged a little. “Da.” He took a breath, let it out, and set his jaw.

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