Two hours later, my mind was on Red much more than it had any right to be, but I told myself that it was just because I was afraid of him. That he'd follow me and find me and make me do something I didn't want to do. Or just chain me to his apartment in the Lair, like he'd said.
"Ugh, the prick," Mandy said, working on her two laptops at once. She looked like a freaking ninja like that. Her third coffee was steaming next to her second laptop, and her eyes were open so wide, I feared they were going to pop out of her skull any second.
I'd told her the truth—that there were paranormals out there, and that I was a werewolf. Well, kind of a werewolf. And that my sister was in trouble. I didn't mention anything about me being wanted by both Haworth and now the ECU. They wanted to question me because they knew what I could do. Was it a freaking crime to have a better sense of smell than most?
