Odine had told her she had answers, but all she’d done was confuse Blaire more with her riddles. She’d used her for something bad, but for the life of her, Blaire couldn’t understand what.
Something told her she’d just been dumped into Rangeley’s dark underbelly, and she’d dragged Gentry right down with her.
Chapter Fourteen
Blaire rolled down her window as she pulled up to where Roman was chopping wood outside the smallest cabin. “Where’s Gentry?” she asked him.
“Fuck if I know, I’m not his keeper,” Roman said as he put another log on the chopping block.
Irritated, she asked, “Is he still a wolf?”
Roman spun and strode to her window. When he gripped it with his massive hands, Blaire leaned away from him. “You need to stop using terms you don’t know anything about, and quick. You two aren’t careful—”
“Some woman named Odine just outed me and Gentry in town. Loudly.”
“Fuck!” The car door groaned, and when Roman shoved away from it, there were two indented handprints.
Blaire gave an offended sound and tried to roll up the window, but it just made a bunch of clicking sounds. “Roman! This is a rental!”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it too much now, Blaire! You won’t be returning it in this lifetime. Rhett will have you put down by sunset!” Roman’s eyes weren’t blue anymore, but were the bright gold from last night. “Three hours. Asher!” he yelled at the cabin before he turned back to laying into her. “Three hours, and you exposed your relationship. That has to be some kind of friggin’ record.”
“I didn’t do it. I was trying to read my book. That lady approached me! And she burned some of my hair and frankly, she was a little scary, so I don’t need you yelling at me right now.”
“What’s happened?” Asher asked as he was jogged down the stairs.
Roman was typing something into his cell phone, but muttered, “Gentry and Princess Human have been outed to the pack. Is witchcraft one word or two? Princess Human got some of her hair burned by Psychodine. Oh, here it is.” His lips moved as he read silently, then he nodded. “Good, it says it probably won’t kill you. She just got a good look into your soul. So congratulations, you’ll live a few more hours. With a tainted soul.” Roman’s sarcasm wasn’t helping her panic right now.
Blaire threw the car into park and stumbled from behind the wheel, then skidded and slid her way over the icy parking lot toward the trail that led to Winter’s Edge. Maybe he was there.
“I think you should leave,” Asher said from behind her.
“I’ve got that hint every time you’ve talked to me Asher, thank you. Surprise me and be nice instead.”
“I am! Fuck, kid, I’m trying to save your life.”
“I’m not a kid. I’m older than you.”
“How much older?” Roman asked, trailing his brother.
“I’m thirty! This is my birthday trip, but everyone is ruining this!”
“Whoa, you look hot for an old lady.”
“Stop talking!” she yelled over her shoulder.
“I thought old ladies were supposed to be sweet,” Roman muttered. Stupid Roman with the stupid smile in his voice.
She wanted to hurt him with words. “Odine said you two might be evil,” she said with a prim little “hmm” at the end for good measure.
“Odine’s full of shit,” Asher said from right beside her. His legs were longer, and he passed her. For some reason that pissed Blaire off even more, so she swished her hips and pushed her legs to keep up.
“I’m a little bit evil,” Roman admitted.
“Roman, shut up,” Asher gritted out.
“So is Asher. He just likes to pretend he’s not. We like to do bad things.”
“Stop lumping me in with you,” Asher spat out over his shoulder. “We’re nothing alike.” Asher walked faster, and Blaire gritted her teeth and speed-walked to keep up.
He cast her a frown and went even faster.
Blaire took off running, but Asher and Roman blurred past her and disappeared into the woods, and now Roman’s laughter was echoing everywhere.
“I think I hate you,” she called, slowing to a jog, and then to a pouty walk.
“Ugh, what an evil thing to say,” Roman said from somewhere up ahead. “Don’t get lost Princess Human. These woods are haunted.”
Blaire grimaced and looked around the darkening woods, then picked up her speed walking again. At least the trail was easy to follow thanks to the fresh boot prints in the snow. A few minutes more, and she made it to the clearing right in front of Winter’s Edge. There was a parking lot on one side, so there had to be another road leading into here. Next time she was driving, especially if the woods were haunted. Two days ago, she hadn’t believed in that stuff, but werewolves and witches had skewed her view of the entire world now.