Hunted

“Me, too.” I smiled.

“So are three adult vamps enough to keep you guys from getting sick?” Heath asked.

“We’ll have to be. Heath, you need to go,” Erik said abruptly.

Heath and I looked at him. I realized I’d been grinning a lot at Heath and really liking that he and I were talking again.

“The ice storm,” Erik continued. “It’s not smart for him to get stuck here, and that’s what’s going to happen if he’s still here when the sun sets.” Erik paused and then said, “Which is going to happen in about half an hour. How long did it take you to get from Broken Arrow to here?”

Heath frowned. “Almost two hours. The roads are bad.”

It should have only taken him about thirty minutes to get from his place to the depot. Erik was right. Heath had to go home. Not only were we clueless about how much danger we might be in from Kalona, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure Heath would be safe around the red fledglings. Besides my questions about them, the truth was no matter what they were or weren’t now, Heath was one hundred percent human, with lots of yummy, fresh, warm, sexy, pumping blood (I ignored the fact that my mouth was watering just thinking about it), and I had no idea about their willpower limits.

“Erik’s right, Heath. You can’t get stuck outside tonight, especially this ­close to midtown. Besides the ice, we don’t know what’s up with the Raven Mockers.”

Heath looked at me like he and I were completely alone. “You’re worried about me.”

My throat felt dry. This was so not a conversation I wanted to have in front of Erik. “Of course I worry about you. We’ve been friends a long time.” I could feel Erik’s eyes on me. I forced myself not to fidget guiltily and added, “Friends worry about friends.”

Heath’s smile was slow and intimate. “Friends. Right.”

“Time for you to go.” Erik sounded pissed.

Without looking at Erik, Heath said, “I’ll go when Zo tells me to.”

“It’s time for you to go, Heath,” I said quickly.

Heath’s eyes stayed locked with mine for several heartbeats. “Fine. Whatever,” he said. Then he turned to Erik. “So you’re a real vamp now, huh?”

“Yes.”

Heath looked him up and down. The two guys were close to the same height. Erik was taller, but Heath was the more muscular of the two. Still, both guys looked like they could handle themselves in a fight. I felt myself tense. Was Heath going to throw a punch at Erik?

“People say male vamps are big into protecting their priestesses. Is that right?”

“That’s right,” Erik said.

“Good. Then I expect you to be sure Zoey stays safe.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to her as long as I’m alive,” Erik said.

“Make sure it doesn’t.” Heath’s voice had lost the charming, easygoing tone with which he usually spoke. It had gone hard and dangerous. “Because if you let anything happen to her, I’m going to find you, and vampyre or no vampyre, I am going to kick your ass.”

CHAPTER 11

I moved quickly, putting myself between the two of them. “Stop it!” I shouted. “I have way too much to worry about right now to also have to pull you two off each other. Jeesh, talk about immature.” Both guys kept glaring at each other over my head. “I said, stop it!” And I smacked their chests. That made them blink and shift their attention to me. Now it was my turn to do the glaring. “You know, you two are ridiculous with your puffing up and your testosterone and crap. I mean, I could summon the elements and kick both of your butts.”

Heath shuffled his feet and looked embarrassed. Then he grinned at me, like a cute little boy whose mommy had just yelled at him. “Sorry, Zo. I forget you have some major mojo going on.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Erik said. “I know I don’t have anything to worry about with you and him.” And he finished with a smirk at Heath.

Heath looked at me like he expected me to say something like well, actually you need to worry way too much, Erik, because I still like Heath, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. No matter what was going on between Erik and me, Heath was part of my old world, and he fit better in my past than in my present or future. Heath being one hundred percent human meant he was one hundred percent more vulnerable to being seriously hurt if something attacked us.

“Okay, I’m out of here,” Heath said into the awkward silence. He spun around and started to walk toward the door to the outside and was almost there when he paused and looked back at me. “But first I really do need to talk to you, Zo. Alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Erik said.

“No one asked you to,” Heath said. “Zo, would you come outside with me for a minute?”

“Hell no,” Erik said, moving toward me possessively. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”

I was frowning up at Erik, about to tell him that he really wasn’t the boss of me, when he did something that totally, utterly, and completely pissed me off. He actually grabbed my wrist and jerked me toward him, even though I hadn’t taken one step to follow Heath.

An automatic reflex had me yanking my wrist from his grasp.

His blue eyes narrowed at me. At that instant he looked mad and mean, and seemed more a stranger than a boyfriend.

“You’re not going anywhere with him,” he repeated to me.

My temper spiked. I cannot stand being bullied. It was one of the reasons my mom’s new husband and I never got along. At his core, the step-loser was nothing more than a big bully. Suddenly I was seeing that same attitude reflected in Erik. I knew it would break my heart later, but just then my anger was burning too hot for any other emotion to cool my reaction.

I didn’t yell. I didn’t scream and smack him like I really wanted to. Instead, all I did was shake my head and say in my coldest voice, “Erik, enough. Just because we’re back together doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do.”

“How about does it mean you don’t cheat on me again with your human boyfriend?” Erik snapped.

I gasped and took a step back from him like he’d slapped me. “Why the hell do you think you can talk to me like that?” My stomach clenched up so hard I thought I was going to be sick, but I ignored it, meeting Erik’s angry glare with a steely stare of my own. “As your girlfriend, you’ve just pissed me off. As your High Priestess, you’ve just insulted me. And as someone with a working brain, you’ve made me wonder if you’ve lost every bit of your sense. What do you think I’m going to do in the minute or so I’d be alone with Heath standing outside in the parking lot during an ice storm? Lie down and let him do me right there on the cement? Is that really the kind of girl you think I am?”

Erik didn’t say anything; he just kept glaring at me.

In the electric silence Heath’s chuckle was supermocking. “Hey, Erik, let me give you a little advice about our Zo. She really, really, really doesn’t like it when you try to tell her what to do. And that’s how she’s been since, uh, I dunno, third grade or so. I mean, even before she got the vamp mojo from her goddess, she hated to be bossed around.” Heath held out his hand to me. “So would ya walk outside with me for just a sec so we can talk without an audience?”

“Yes, yes I would. I think I need some fresh air,” I said. Ignoring Erik’s pissed-off stare and Heath’s offered hand, I stomped over to the metal grating that looked way more closed and secure than it was and with an annoyed shove pushed it aside and walked out into a very nasty winter evening. The blast of cold wet air felt good on my heated face, and I breathed deep, trying to calm down and not shriek my frustration with Erik up into the bruised gray of the sky.

At first I thought it was raining, but pretty quickly I realized it was more like the sky was spitting little pieces of ice. It wasn’t coming down thick, but it was constant, and the parking lot, railroad tracks, and the side of the old