Blind Salvage: A Rylee Adamson Novel(68)

It took everything he had to say the words that came out of his mouth. “You have me, too. And Eve. You aren’t alone, Pam.”
Her sobbing eased and she looked up at him. “You don’t hate me?”
Surprising himself, he shook his head. “No.”
She gave him a tentative smile, and the wolf in him seemed to shake his head with resignation, accepting that this witch, at least, was worth not killing. She was a part of this strange family, not on the outskirts as he had wanted to keep her.
A whiff of rose perfume snapped his head up and he shoved Pamela behind him. Before he took another breath he let his wolf rage to the top, his skin and bones shifting until he stood on all fours, his teeth bared to the witch who strode into the room. “This is all very touching, truly a sweet moment, but if you’re done with the Disney scene, I suggest we go get your mate.” Milly lifted an eyebrow, looking confident, but he could smell her and the uncertainty that spilled off her.
Pamela stepped up beside him and buried her hand in the fur along his back. “Why would we trust you? You killed people Rylee loved; you tried to kill Alex and Eve. You tried to kill me.” With each word she spoke she tightened her hand on his fur until it pulled. But he didn’t dare look back at her. Besides, Pamela wasn’t afraid. No, Milly was afraid, the sour scent of fear rolling off her.
Pamela, on the other hand, was pissed, her anger a sharp, spiky spice that the wolf in him heartily approved of.
He snarled and took a step toward Milly. She narrowed her eyes and held up a hand. “Don’t make me do it, O’Shea. I will spell you and you can be my pet again. This time permanently.”
Pamela flung her hands in the air, her arms quivering and her accent strong. “I’ll stop you. You can’t hurt him, not with me here.”#p#分页标题#e#
Liam angled his body so that he stood between them, but still faced Milly. Her green eyes flicked from him to Pamela and back again. “Quite the pair. But how do you expect to find Rylee? Hmm? You can’t Track like she can, you can’t scent her in all that water.”
Pamela didn’t lower her hands. “We’ll go get Jack. He can Track her.”
Milly snorted. “And if you go to Jack through the doorway, by then, Faris will have enthralled her and made her one of his creatures. I don’t think anyone here wants that, do we?”
Pamela stiffened, but Liam held still. He knew what Milly was doing, trying to weasel her way back into Rylee’s life. The shit part was Milly was right. If there was a time limit to how long they had, then there was very little choice as to whether or not they could take her help.
The green-eyed witch folded her hands over her more than ample bosom. “I can take Pamela with me, we can jump the veil and have Jack here in a matter of minutes. Your way will take far longer.”
Damn, why did she have to make logical, sound sense? There was no point in delaying the decision. Much as he might want to.
He made eye contact with Pamela and bobbed his head. Just once. She lowered her hands. “Are you sure? We could get Jack on our own.”
While they knew which doorway would take them back to Jack, they then would have to make the trek to his home, and hope the old Tracker was up for a journey back to the physical crossing point. He shook his head.
Pamela’s lips pressed together and she nodded. “I’ll go with you. But we go now, and come right back. No sneaky stuff or I’ll blast you and your brat.”
Milly’s eyelids fluttered, but she nodded and held out her hand. “Let’s go, then, little girl.”
Liam watched as Pamela took Milly’s hand, and they jumped the veil, disappearing in front of his eyes. Minutes passed, minutes where he began to doubt whether or not he’d made the right choice.
Ten minutes and he paced the small hallway, his claws clicking on the stone. Where the hell were they? Would Pamela be able to take Milly out if she had to?
Son of a bitch, what had he been thinking letting her go with Milly? A whine escaped him and he knew that Pamela wasn’t the only one worried about losing those who had become like family to them all. There was nowhere else that they all belonged.
Ten minutes faded into twenty and he stood in the hallway, his head hung low with shame, fear, and guilt crushing down on him. He should have pulled Rylee through the doorway too; they should have stepped across the veil together. And now he’d let Pamela go to—
The scuff of a footstep and the thump of a cane spun him around at the same time the smell of liniment and herbs caught his nose. Jack stepped toward him, Milly and Pamela and—ah shit, they’d brought Will.
Pamela had her arms full of clothes. “I thought you might want to shift back.”