Frostbitten (32 page)

When I felt that, the little girl in me went wild, gibbering with fear. I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to quiet her. And then… and then I opened them and released her. I let that base terror shine.

And, oh, how he loved that, lust clouding his eyes. He pinned me harder, his crotch moving on mine, grinding until it hurt. Blood dripped from his lips onto mine. Sweat plinked into my eyes. The hated smell of him filled my nostrils.

I shrank back. “I-if I surrender…” I swallowed.

“Yes?”

I licked my lip, tasting his blood. “If I do what you want…”

“Yes?”

“Will you let me go afterward?”

“You’ll do what I want? Everything I want?”

I nodded.

“And you’ll behave? Be a good girl?”

I nodded.

He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered. “Then you aren’t going to
want
me to let you go. But yes, when we’ve both had our fill, you’re welcome to leave.”

He moved his lips over mine again and hovered there. I lifted my head from the ground, and I kissed him—and it was just as nauseating as I’d imagined. I concentrated on the taste of his blood, nipping his lip, drawing more. He mistook my biting for passion and kissed me harder.

I closed my eyes so he wouldn’t see my revulsion, but I don’t think he would have noticed anyway. When he broke the kiss, his eyes were unfocused, dark with lust, his body relaxing against mine.

His lips moved back to my ear. “See, it isn’t so bad, is—?”

I smashed my elbow into his throat so hard he fell back, gargling.

I rolled and slammed my palm into his nose. Blood spurted. He gave a strangled cry, but recovered fast. I was already on my feet and he didn’t make it past a crouch before my foot connected with his jaw, toppling him backward. A second kick and he spun, his forehead smacking the fireplace as he fell.

As I watched him lying there, on his stomach, blood pooling, I realized I didn’t need an elaborate escape plan. Just kill the bastard. Kill him and—

A hand grabbed my ponytail and wrenched me back. I sailed off my feet, but twisted, finding my footing and coming up swinging. But Eddie still had my ponytail wrapped around his hand and yanked me like a dog on a leash, keeping me from hitting him.

“Enough,” he said. “He’s down. You win.”

“The hell she does.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tesler wobble to his feet.

“She wins,” Eddie said.

The brothers faced off in silence. I expected Tesler to argue. I prayed he’d argue. Blood streamed into his eyes and he could barely stand upright. Just give me a few minutes more, and I’d never have to worry about Travis Tesler again. He had no chance of winning, not now, after I’d tasted victory—could still taste it, his blood on my lips.

But apparently his confidence had taken a bruising, too, enough to sink under the weight of his survival instinct. “Fine,” he said. Then he turned to Noah and snapped, “Get her out of my sight. You have twenty minutes. Then she’s mine.”

Noah hustled me to what was obviously “his” room, judging by the clothing on the floor and on every piece of furniture. He got me inside, then closed the door. At this point, the ideal strategy would be seduction. Lower his defenses, as I had with Tesler, then take him out and escape.

But as repugnant as the thought of kissing Tesler had been, faking attraction to a teenage boy was out of the question.

I managed to sit woodenly on the edge of the bed, then steeled myself to pull off my shirt, praying that would be all the distraction needed to get in a good, incapacitating blow. But I wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Noah locked and double-checked the door, then moved to the window. He peered out, not pulling the blind, just squinting into the darkness as if expecting Tesler or Eddie to pop up like drunken guests on his wedding night.

And while he was engrossed in the view, with his back to me, I crept up behind him. Too late, I noticed my reflection in the window glass. He wheeled, his hands going up as they had in the woods, unsure whether to fight back or just ward me off.

At the last second, he went for option three—get the hell out of the way. I managed to catch his shirt collar as he dove past me. I whipped him off his feet again. Unlike in the woods, I couldn’t just throw him aside—the Tesler brothers would hear the crash and know it wasn’t just rough sex… at least, not after only two minutes in the bedroom.

So I threw Noah facedown on the bed. As I pressed his face into the pillow, he kicked and flailed. I gritted my teeth against the blows, grabbed a discarded shirt and made a gag of it, tying the sleeves be hind his head.

He relaxed then, realizing I’d been trying to silence him… but not permanently. When I grabbed a belt, though, and yanked his hands behind his back, he wrenched hard, and the sudden movement freed one of his hands. A well-placed jab to my throat freed the other.

I dove after him, but he danced back, moving not toward the door, but to the window. Still gagged, he gestured at it emphatically.

Was someone out there? Was that what had caught his attention earlier? Tesler spying on us? Or—my heart leapt—Clay?

I still grabbed Noah by the collar, but only to keep a hold on him as I peered out, trying to see what he’d seen. He yanked down the gag but said nothing, just shook his head, eyes rolling at the dense woman who couldn’t understand his wild gestures.

He pointed at the window, then at me. The window. Me.

Telling me… to escape?

I couldn’t risk talking—the Teslers might overhear, so I pantomimed opening the window and climbing out, and he nodded. Then he pointed at himself and the window, gesturing that this was an escape plan for two.

So he hadn’t been after sex at all. What Noah wanted, it seemed, was the same thing I had—a chance to run away. But that begged one question. Why? He could have made a run for it back in the forest.

It was a trap. It had to be.

But to what end? Thwart my escape to impress Tesler? He’d only mock and punish Noah for letting me almost get away in the first place. There had to be a motive, but I wasn’t getting it—and the longer I pondered, the faster my chance slipped away. Get out and deal with him later.

I eased open the window. The screen was already off. I crawled out, sucking in a gasp as my stockinged feet hit the snow. Ignoring the cold, I dashed behind the nearest bushes. Then I watched as Noah came out. As he ran toward me, I tensed, ready to the throw the first punch.

“Coat and boots are around the side,” he whispered. “I snuck them out when Eddie sent me on patrol.”

He pointed. When I took a step in that direction, he caught my arm and I spun, fists going up. He fell back, releasing me.

“No, I just—You’re going to take me with you, right? I saved you, so now you’ll take me along.”

I looked into his eye for some sign of a trick, but saw only panic.

“Please,” he said. “I had nothing to do with—” His voice caught. “With Dennis. I didn’t even know they’d—I thought—” He swallowed. “I thought I was protecting him, but—” He swallowed. “After they killed him, they told me Joseph was next if I didn’t—Only they were telling Joseph the same thing.”

“They said they’d kill your dad if you ran off, while telling
him
they’d kill
you
.” Easier than actually holding him hostage, especially when they were shorthanded. A kid with Noah’s problems wouldn’t be quick to figure out the scam… or a good solution.

He nodded. “When I found you in the river, I thought we could take off together. Only—”

“Only they showed up, so this was the backup plan. All right. We’ll get out of here and I’ll take you to your dad.”

He shook his head. “No. I want you to take me back to the Pack. That’s what he—” Grief filled his eyes. He blinked it back. “That’s what Dennis wanted. He kept trying to talk me into it, but I wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t even let him ask you guys. If I had—if I’d made him come with me…”

“I’ll take you back to the Pack. Now, let’s get—”

“Looking for these?”

Tesler stepped into the moonlight, holding two coats and pairs of boots. He tossed them into the snow.

“I-I wanted to do it outside,” Noah said.

“In stocking feet?”

“I-I thought we’d Change and, you know, do it as wolves.”

“Quit while you’re ahead, kid. So what happened? Let me guess, you fell in love at first poke and decided to run off together? No, for that you’d need to be all grown up. You don’t want a girlfriend. You want a mommy, someone who will rescue you from the big, nasty wolves and take you back to the Pack. Am I close?”

“Only because you overheard us,” I said.

He ignored me, gaze still on Noah. “You think they’re going to take you, boy? Sure, blondie here might feel sorry for you. But the minute her hubby lays eyes on you will be the last minute you lay eyes on anything… if you’re lucky. Do you know what Clayton Danvers does to mutts?” He pantomimed a chainsaw pull. “Bye-bye body parts.”

As he talked, I took stock of my surroundings. No convenient stones to whip at his head. No convenient cliff to throw him off. No convenient jagged tree stump to impale him on. Damn. I was going to have to do this the hard way.

While he yapped, I sidled closer. He didn’t seem to notice—bullying Noah was so much more fun.

I was about to take another step when Eddie came around the side of the house.
That
Tesler noticed.

“I’ve got it,” Tesler said. “Go back inside.”

“Let me grab the kid,” Eddie said. “You can deal with—”

“I said, I’ve got it.” Tesler’s voice lowered to a growl.

His ego had taken a beating earlier. Now he was going to redeem it by proving he could handle a woman and a kid without his brother’s help. And if that’s what he wanted, I wasn’t about to argue. Eddie hesitated, then retreated. I listened for the door, but didn’t hear it. He hadn’t gone back inside. Damn.

“So what sob story did the kid tell you?” Tesler asked with only a flickering glance my way. “How we killed his granddaddy and he had nothing to do with it?”

“I didn’t,” Noah said, lip curling in a snarl.

“Sure you did. You led us right to the cabin.”

“You followed me!”

“No, I do believe you followed us first.” Again, Tesler glanced my way, but fleetingly, as if he couldn’t quite make full eye contact yet. “Did he tell you that? He found us in Anchorage. Gotta hand it to the kid—he’s got balls. Too bad he lacks brains. Takes after his grand-daddy.”

Noah rushed at Tesler. I grabbed his shirt and hauled him back, murmuring, “That’s what he wants.”

“Oh, come on. He just wants to shut me up before I tell you why he came to us. Why he gave us all kinds of intel on the local wildlife—drug dealers, gun-runners, smugglers. A choirboy he ain’t, no matter how sweet he might look.”

I eased away from Noah, circling Tesler, who kept his gaze on his target.

Noah’s chin lifted. “I wanted money, so I sold them information, but only about that stuff. I would never have led them to Dennis. They followed me and I tried to fight—”

“You’re a little thug,” Tesler said. “Hick town white trash who thinks he’s cool because he’s grown fangs and claws. But when things get ugly, he wants his mommy… or the nearest substitute.”

I charged Tesler. He braced for a blow, but instead I launched myself at him, hitting him hard, knocking him off his feet. I flipped him onto his stomach before he landed, then crushed his face into the snowy ground, stifling any cries that would bring his brother running.

As Tesler struggled, I waved for Noah to go. When he didn’t, I snarled a silent “Run!” Still he hesitated. I smacked Tesler into the ground, then surreptitiously pinned him with my knee, and released him, making it look as if I’d knocked him unconscious. I gestured for Noah to go, that I was right behind him. He took off, motioning for me to grab the extra coat and boots as he took his.

Noah was barely out of sight before Tesler threw me off. We fought. I might have had a chance, if Eddie hadn’t heard and come ripping around the corner. Some of the fight went out of me then.

As hard as I tried to ignore Eddie, I knew that the minute his brother was in serious danger, he’d leap in, and I couldn’t take them both. Realizing that was like pinching off the adrenaline pump that had kept me going. Every bruise from our earlier fight flared, every joint screamed, my head throbbed and the exhaustion of fighting my way back from hypothermia seeped into every muscle of my body.

Finally, Tesler had me pinned by the throat. I found my strength again, wildly fighting as his hand crushed my windpipe. I gasped and gurgled, then blacked out. When I recovered, he’d eased off, but was looming over me, his expression warning I had only to twitch and he’d choke me again.

I lashed out, trying to jab his eye, unable to reach, his hands tightening around my throat again, smiling, elated for the excuse. As I fought, that little-girl voice screamed for me to stop. I couldn’t. I blacked out again. When I came to, I saw flashes of my family—no serene last portrait, but their anger, their confusion.

Was I going to die to avoid being raped? Did I think that was somehow noble, defiant? No, it would mean letting Tesler win in a far worse way—proving that he’d found the thing that scared me more than any other.