Oh yeah, this was headed nowhere good. Alec crushed down every hint of interest he might have felt for that oh-so-dangerous little bit of temptation and made his voice as flat and bored as possible. “We’ve met.”
Cesar studied him over the rim of the glass. “You sound somewhat less than charmed.”
At least he’d managed that much. “Your niece was even less charmed, so if you’re about to suggest a dynastic alliance, maybe you should talk to her first.”
The older man waved the suggestion away. “Carmen is stubborn. If left to her own devices, she’ll continue to deny her nature. She says she’s not a wolf, but she isn’t human either. Of course, some might say that means she has the best of both worlds.”
Even if he hadn’t met the girl, such blatant disregard of her right to choose her own life would have raised Alec’s ire. “Maybe you haven’t been doing your research, Cesar. I’m not a big supporter of the shapeshifter custom of selling off our unwilling daughters to the highest bidder.”
Cesar shook his head and laughed. “Forget I asked. There are others vying for her hand. I thought it might be to our mutual advantage to ally our families, but if you’re not interested, you’re not.”
Protectiveness stirred inside Alec. “Not if she’s not willing.”
Something sharpened in the other man’s eyes, though his expression didn’t change. “Sometimes all it takes to change that is a little romance.”
“Uh-huh. Might want to warn her more aggressive suitors that pushing a lady is a dangerous game in New Orleans. We play for keeps.”
Cesar’s glass hit the bar with a thump. “I owe your father a favor. See your way out now, Jacobson, and I’ll forget that insult.”
“Don’t bother.” Alec pushed off the couch and started for the door. “My father needs all the favors he can get.” Behind him, he heard Cesar pick up the phone and ask for security.
Jackson opened the door before he reached it. “I was listening,” he explained. “Just in case.”
In case I got us thrown out of the hotel? Alec couldn’t even pretend it wasn’t exactly the sort of reaction he’d wanted. The more the upper crust of wolf society loathed him, the more they avoided him. “We better move. Cesar’s pissed.”
“I can’t imagine why.” Jackson closed the door and fixed him with a stern look. “Admit it, man. You just like making them mad.”
“More fun than kicking a hornets’ nest.” Only this time he had the sinking feeling he might have miscalculated. Carmen wasn’t the usual shifter daughter, with the strength and magic to defend herself. If she was the one who ended up stung….. Shit.
“He had a point.”
Alec jabbed the elevator call button more roughly than he meant to, and the plastic casing cracked under his finger. “What point?”
Jackson snorted. “A couple of times in there, I don’t think anyone would have blamed him for calling you out. But you like to dance around those challenges, huh?”
“You think I’m afraid I can’t win a challenge?”
The elevator arrived, and Jackson walked inside before answering. “Hell, Alec, you know you’ll win. That’s why you won’t fight.”
Alec settled for a noncommittal noise, because there was no answer. Jackson was right and he knew it. They all knew it. He’d protect his rag-tag circle of friends through whatever means necessary, but he wouldn’t validate the corrupt values the wolves worshiped. He wouldn’t join their f**ked-up game.
But he would keep an eye on Carmen, just in case he’d sent trouble her way. It was the responsible thing to do.
And if that wouldn’t have Jackson rolling on the floor of the elevator in a fit of helpless laughter, nothing would.
Chapter Four
Alec jerked awake to the sound of his front door crashing in off its hinges.
It could have been any of a dozen threats—someone come to rescue the prisoner still in his basement, someone he’d pissed off recently, even a pointed message from Cesar Mendoza—but as Alec rolled from the bed a familiar voice sounded from the entryway, the words a rage-filled roar. “Where is he?”
Oh shit.
Alec had fallen into his bed too tired to take off his jeans, and he didn’t waste time with a shirt. By the time he got down the hallway, Andrew had already torn the basement door from its hinges. It crashed to the floor as Andrew disappeared down the stairs, his nose leading him unerringly to the one person Alec had to keep him from killing.
When he found out who’d spilled their guts to Andrew, he might do some killing of his own.
Hopping the last three steps got him to the basement in time to see Andrew lunge against the side of the cage, one strong arm sweeping between the bars. The man inside cringed against the opposite side, but Andrew only stalked around and snatched him by the hair.
At least the guy had his priorities in order, and an apparently functional sense of self-preservation. He scrambled away again, even though doing so left a handful of his hair still clutched in Andrew’s fist. “Get him off me!”
“Callaghan!” Alec planted his feet and put the full thrust of his power behind the words. “Back the f**k down.”
Andrew wrapped both hands around the bars and snarled through a vicious smile. “Not this time.”
Someone had blabbed. Someone who believed Andrew’s calm facade was the truth, who thought his apparent lack of interest in Kat’s day-to-day life signaled actual detachment. A foolish mistake that might get someone killed. “At least tell me what you’ve heard. I know you haven’t seen Kat.”
“Wrong.” He tilted his head, still studying his quarry with that terrifying smile on his face. “I stopped by this morning to talk to Mackenzie about a renovation project at her dance studio. Ran into Kat there.”
Jesus Christ. “And did you ask any questions? At all?”
“Mac talked at me, tried to tell me how it was all under control.”
“It is.” Alec nodded to the cage, where Kat’s attacker huddled cowering in the corner. “The Conclave’s coming to get him.”
“Yeah?” Andrew’s arms flexed as he pulled at the bars. They creaked but held—for the time being. “Open the cage, Alec.”
“So you can do what? Rip the guy’s guts out? You gonna put his death on Kat’s shoulders?”
“He’s already dead.” The man in the cage blanched at the flat words. “He just hasn’t figured it out yet.”
A chill gripped Alec as he took one careful step forward. The magical wards layered into the bars of the cage would probably keep Andrew out, but now they were balanced on a far more dangerous precipice. “You can’t do this, Callaghan. You can’t kill every person who touches her.”
Andrew eased away a little, as if in capitulation, then dove against the bars. This time, they bent enough to activate the wards, and the snap of energy drove the young wolf back. He snarled again and paced, all his attention focused on the cowering man’s face.
Finally, he released a deep breath. “Have it your way, Alec.” To the man in the cage, he flashed another feral grin. “I won’t forget your face. Remember that when you try to sleep at night.”
Alec didn’t look away, in case Andrew decided to push a challenge. “If you want to talk, you can wait for me upstairs.”
“I’m sick of talking.” Andrew turned from the cage and glowered at him. “I’ll come back later and fix your door. Doors, whatever.”
Alec nodded. “For what it’s worth, Kat dropped him. By herself. The idiot underestimated her.”
Andrew paused. “I heard. I’m still going to kill him one day.” He ducked through the open doorway and hurried up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps faded, and Alec turned to his captive and tilted his head. “He’s going to kill you one day.”
The guy didn’t stand, and it took Alec a moment to realize he was shaking so badly he probably couldn’t. “He won’t find me.”
“Don’t make any bets on it. You punched the wrong girl in the face.”
His prisoner didn’t speak again, maybe because there was nothing to say, or maybe for fear of pissing Alec off badly enough to call Andrew back. Alec scrubbed a hand over his chin and slogged up the stairs, pausing at the top to haul the door up and lean it against the wall.
The front door was in slightly better condition. Andrew had pulled it shut, but the frame was shattered where he’d smashed open the deadbolt. He shouldn’t have been able to do it at all, but Alec had gotten lazy and complacent, secure because no one in the city would dare challenge him in his own house. Not after what had happened the last time.
Not after Heidi.
The biblical-style vengeance he’d delivered to those responsible for his wife’s death was the stuff of supernatural legend, but maybe he’d been riding on his reputation for too long.
Better safe than sorry. Repairing the damage was beyond him, but he could at least get Mariko out to make sure the magic in the cage wasn’t compromised by the bent bars…..and to renew the wards on his doors. After that…..
Well, he might have to pay Carmen a visit after all. Someone had to warn Miguel Mendoza that getting too friendly with Kat could get him killed.
When Kat found out, she’d probably take her stun gun to Andrew’s face. And won’t that be fun?
Alec fought a groan as he returned to his bedroom to get ready for work. The sun was barely up and the day was already shittier than yesterday. At this rate, tomorrow was likely to be hell.
It was almost eighty degrees already, a little warm for early April, even in New Orleans. Carmen locked the front door behind her and dialed her cell phone as she stepped off the porch.
Kat answered on the second ring, sounding slightly out of breath. “Dr. Mendoza?”
“Carmen,” she corrected. “Call me Carmen, remember?”