Raphael halted his conversation with Andrea to emit a short, distinctly hyena guff. «That's the
best plan you could come up with?»
«Apparently he thinks that Curran's a moron.» Doolittle shook his head.
«I'll take Spell,» Dali said.
The kitchen was suddenly silent.
«I can do it. I was taught.»
«No,» Jim said.
«You have nobody else.» Dali's jaw took on a stubborn tilt. «I'm not a fragile flower. I can do
this.»
«What do you do?» I asked.
She drew herself to her full height. «I curse.»
«This isn't a game. You can die in that Arena,» Jim snarled.
«I'm not playing,» Dali snarled back.
Brenna burst through the door. «Curran!»
Oh shit.
Everybody jumped to their feet. «How close?» Jim growled.
«Two blocks, coming fast. He's heading straight for us.»
«Back door! Now!» Jim ordered. «Kate-«
I shook my head. «Take Derek and go. He can't get you out of the Arena. I'll delay him. Go!»
Jim swiped Derek into his arms like a child and took off. The rest followed, including Doolittle.
They galloped down the stairs, right past Julie, who stumbled to the hallway, her face looking like
she had slept on it. I grabbed her by the shoulder. «Get out the back door and hide someplace close
until you see me come out.»
She took off without a word. That was my kid.
I FINISHED ARRANGING THE BLANKET AND A PILLOW on the floor to make it look
like someone had slept there. I stepped away to admire my handiwork. Good enough. I took out
Slayer and backed away. About a foot from the blanket should do it . . .
The door burst off its hinges and flew into the room, revealing Curran. His teeth were bared in a
snarl and his eyes were feral. He was wearing the Pack's trademark sweatpants and a T-shirt. Bad.
Very bad. Sweatpants meant he expected to change shape. Curran in a warrior form was my
ultimate nightmare.
Curran bared his fangs. «Kate.»
«Took you long enough.»
«Where are they?»
I arched my eyebrow. «Why would I tell you?»
«Kate, don't make me force you to answer.» The muscles in his thigh tensed, straining the fabric
of his sweatpants.
«What happened to your seduction plan? Or are you man enough to come close only when
you've kicked my sword under my bed, where I can't reach it?»
He cleared the room in a single leap. I jumped up and kicked him in midair as hard as I could.
My foot collided with his chest. Like kicking a brick wall. He dropped on the makeshift bed. The
blanket gave and he crashed down into the loup cage sunken deep into the floor.
I slammed the top frame shut. The complex lock clicked closed and I slid the thick bars in place,
locking it down.
Curran ripped apart the blanket. His face was pure rage. He grasped the bars and recoiled.
I sat on the edge of the floor and rubbed my leg. It had gone numb from kicking him. I'd have to
thank Julie for this idea. She'd almost fallen into the cage twice.
He snarled and clasped the bars. I had to give it to Curran-he lasted a full five seconds. The
bars bent under the pressure but held. Made to withstand the fury of an insane shapeshifter, the cage
had enough silver to burn the skin off a shapeshifter's hands. When Curran let go, gray stripes of
flesh marked his palms.
Curran cursed. «It won't hold me.»
No doubt. Good that it wasn't meant to hold him, only to delay him. The feeling still hadn't
returned into my leg.
Gold flared in Curran's eyes. His voice became a bestial growl. «Unlock it.»
The force in his eyes was so intense, I thought my heart would stop. «No.»
«Kate! Release me.»
«Not a chance.»
«When I get out, I'll make you regret this.»
I frowned. «When you get out, I'll be in the Arena of the Midnight Games, probably on my way
to becoming a fresh corpse. I'll be regretting a whole lot of things, but you in this cage won't be one
of them.»
Curran stepped back. The rage vanished from his face. He simply quashed it, pulling calm
composure on like a helmet. It had never failed to terrify me before, and it did so now.
«Very well.» He sat cross-legged on the floor of the cage. «You haven't run off so you want to
talk. I will hear your explanation now.»
«Really, Your Majesty? So good of you to condescend. I'll try to use small words and go slow.»
«You're wasting my time. I know Jim betrayed me and you're covering for him. This is your
chance to dazzle me with your brilliance or baffle me with your bullshit. You won't get another.
When I get out, I won't be in the mood to listen.»