Primal Bonds (15 page)

Of course, this left Andrea alone with the most frightening Shifter in Shiftertown, the man who could rip Andrea to pieces and walk away without breaking a sweat. She knew deep in her bones that if Dylan ever wanted to kill her, he would, never mind the Collar, never mind the rules, never mind his own son having claimed her. No piece of Fae technology or Shifter custom could stop Dylan Morrissey from doing whatever he damn-well pleased.

Before she could speak, Dylan said to her, “I was looking for Glory. Have you seen her?”

CHAPTER TEN

A
ndrea blew out her breath. “Glory? No, I thought she was meeting you.”

Dylan’s eyes sharpened, and Andrea regretted her hasty answer. “Why did you think that?” he asked, voice edged.

Because she went out all dressed up, like she was meeting a lover.

“I don’t know. I just assumed ...”

Dylan flicked his gaze down the row of trees but not before Andrea saw the flash of pain in his eyes. That surprised her. The way Glory told it, Dylan was the one with the casual interest in their relationship. He could take it or leave it, according to Glory.

“Has she gone to see someone else?” he asked, not looking at Andrea.

“Dylan, this is so not my business.”

The predatory gaze fixed on her again. “Just answer the question.”

“I haven’t the faintest idea. I swear to you.”

“Then why did you think she was meeting me?”

Goddess, he wasn’t going to let go of this. “Why not call her? I’m sure she’s just shopping or something.”

“I did call. She didn’t pick up.”

Andrea’s worry overrode any concern about herself. Humans were randomly shooting at Shifters; Glory had gone out alone; Glory wasn’t answering her phone.

Andrea pulled her cell from her belt and tapped in Glory’s number. Glory answered after the first ring. “Hey, there!” she sang.

Andrea turned around, walking a little away from Dylan. “Glory? Where are you? Dylan’s looking for you.”

“Is he? Too bad. I’m busy.”

Through the phone, Andrea heard music and laughter—deep, male, throaty laughter.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Having a good time.”

“What am I supposed to tell Dylan?”

Glory’s voice was muffled as though she’d turned to talk to someone else, then she said, “You tell Dylan that I’m not going to wait for him to get around to seeing me. Until he makes a mate-claim, I’ll go out as much as I want with whoever I want.”

“I’m not telling him that! Do it yourself.”

“Sorry, honey, gotta go.” Glory laughed at a male voice in the background, and the phone went quiet.

“
Glory
. Shit.” Andrea clicked off, her heart sinking. She pivoted to face Dylan, wondering how much he’d overheard, and found Dylan gone. The clearing was empty, quiet, as though Dylan had never been there.

Andrea scented him, though, male musk and anger. So much anger.

Damn it. Andrea tried to tamp down her worry and went back to the Morrisseys to find Kim.

“
I
’m pregnant, not an invalid,” Kim snapped. “I’m in better shape than I’ve been in years.”

Andrea eyed the car keys in Kim’s hand, wondering if she could snatch them without hurting the woman. “I know that. But you have to understand. We’ve watched so many Shifter women die trying to have babies that we’re a little paranoid about it.”

“I’m perfectly healthy. My gynecologist is amazed at how healthy I am.”

“Yes, but, Kim, if you get sick or hurt on this little expedition—if you so much as skin your knee—Liam will disembowel me and play jump rope with my guts.” Andrea assessed the distance to the keys again. “Don’t make me wrestle you for them.”

Kim heaved a sigh. “Liam has become so protective, it’s incredible. I mean, I like being cherished, but, sheesh.”

“Liam’s terrified of losing you. My mother died trying to have another child. Trust me, I know how awful that is.”

Kim deflated. She blew out another sigh and handed over the keys to her Mustang. “Fine. Go get her. But not a scratch on that car, do you hear me? I’ve seen the way Shifters drive.”

“Sweet.” Andrea closed her hand over the keys. “I won’t hurt it a bit.”

“What do I tell Sean when he comes home?”

“That I stole your car and went joy riding. Or you can tell him the truth. I don’t care.” Andrea caught Kim in a hard hug. “Thanks. I’ll be in touch.”

She danced down the porch steps to the driveway and slid into the little sports car she’d been dying to try out since she’d arrived.

Now to find Glory. Andrea didn’t have much to go on except Kim remembering Glory talking about a bar called Bronco’s in north Austin that she liked to go to. Kim had looked it up on Sean’s computer and printed a map to it.

Andrea studied the map before she pulled out. Since coming to Austin, she had realized that directions to places here could consist of a bewildering array of turns and little jogs down tiny streets that connected to giant thoroughfares. In her old Shiftertown, “down the highway to the first left” had been the extent of the complication. Here, she needed a list of directions to get to the nearest gas station.

She sped through downtown Austin and turned off on Lamar to head north. She tried to follow the map’s directions, but somewhere she took a wrong turn and found herself going back south on the wrong road. She cursed and looked for a street sign, but the next intersection was small, the street sign for some reason missing.

A car full of human males pulled up next to her. She gave them a nervous glance, but though they were youngish, in their twenties, they looked more inclined to wear colorful shirts and party than shoot Shifters. They were probably from the university, taking a day off, legit or not. When they saw Andrea look at them, they began the male ritual of showing off.

Peacocks. They were good-looking in a human way, and they obviously didn’t realize that Andrea was a Shifter. With her jacket zipped high against the cold, her sunglasses hiding her eyes from the glare, she could pass for human. She wondered what these guys would think if they knew she’d been alive for forty years already. Forty for a Shifter was still very young, the equivalent of a human in her early twenties. Plenty ripe for mating. Sean at nearly a hundred was in his prime, his thirties as humans would measure things.

To her, these guys were still cubs. Older than Connor, yes, but not by much.

“Nice car,” one in the backseat called to her.

“Hey,” another said. “Want to go to Red’s with us?”

Andrea smiled sweetly. “Sorry, I’m meeting a friend.”

“Where? We’ll go there instead.”

Glory would eat these guys alive. “Do you know how to get to Bronco’s?”

The two in the back looked blank, but the guy in the front passenger seat became suddenly grim-faced. “You don’t want to go there. That’s a Shifter place.”

Andrea shrugged. “I’m curious.”

“You meeting your friend
there
?” Front-seat guy gave her a onceover. “What are you, a Shifter groupie?”

“Not hardly,” Andrea said.

“Those places are bad, girl. Y’all shouldn’t go.”

Andrea shrugged again. “Just tell me how to get back to Lamar?”

“Not from around here?” The young man patted the car as the light changed. “Follow us.”

Andrea let them pull ahead. If they led her back to the right street, fine. If they tried to get her lost, she’d drive away and call Kim for help. The day she couldn’t handle herself against four puny human males—unarmed—would be a bad day, indeed.

They were at least honest and took her back to Lamar. They signaled her to follow them north on it, and she pulled in behind them. A couple of turns later, and she found a small square building with a sign above its door that read “Bronco’s.”

Bronco’s was low-key, no beer signs in the windows, no advertising that this was a good place to get fine drinks. According to Andrea’s map, the bar was about a mile from the small Shiftertown that lay on the north edge of Austin. Like the bar where Liam worked, this one was probably human-owned but didn’t turn away Shifter clientele.

Andrea pulled into the tiny parking lot and the guys stopped their car behind her. Two got out with her.

“You really don’t want to go in there,” the one from the front seat said. He was tall and lanky with brown eyes that looked as though they could be intelligent and kind. “Shifters can be weird.”

No kidding. Two Shifters were talking to each other just outside the front door, Ursine from the look of them. They’d be able to scent that she was Shifter and that the young men weren’t. They’d also be aware of Andrea’s Fae scent. The Ursines’ Shifter hearing had picked up on the word
weird
, and they stopped talking.

“I need to look for someone in there,” Andrea told the young human man, aware of the Ursines’ gazes hard on her. “That’s all.”

“But this bar is really bad,” he said. “So I hear. Really. We’ll take you somewhere else. Somewhere nice.”

He seemed very distressed she wanted to go inside, which made Andrea all the more curious and determined. She smiled at him and approached the Ursines.

The two bear-men closed together, staring down at her from their nearly seven-foot height. Andrea had gotten used to Ronan, who was one of the nicest guys imaginable, but these two made her feel like a lost hiker approaching a pair of grizzlies.

Show no fear.
They’d smell it on her, but she bravely removed her sunglasses and met their gazes. “I’m looking for Glory,” she said.

The two bears relaxed. One rolled his eyes, and the other grinned. “Yeah, she’s in there.”

Andrea gave them a warm smile. “Thank you.” She shoved her sunglasses back on and approached the door. The brown-eyed student caught the door handle.

“Really. Let’s go someplace else.” He looked anxious, terrified even.

“My friend is in there,” Andrea said. “I need to get her. Then we’ll go.” She’d drag Glory out by the hair and back home if she had to.

“I’m coming with you,” the young man said.

He was human; he could go wherever he wanted to. Andrea shrugged and let him open the door. Humanlike, he gestured for her to go first. Such a weird custom. Who knew what danger waited on the other side?

The noise and smell of the place hit her hard. Smoke, beer, and body odor, mostly Shifter body odor. Music and lots of voices. It was dark inside, incongruous with the white glare of the afternoon. Andrea tucked her sunglasses into her pocket and scanned the interior.

The bar where Liam worked was more like a family place. Cubs couldn’t enter until they reached the human age of twenty-one, but grown families congregated there to meet friends and other families. But no one would encourage mates and cubs to come here. These Shifters weren’t from one enclave—she could scent that. There were two Shiftertowns in Austin, Liam’s and the north Austin one. Another, smaller Shiftertown existed in back Hill Country, up toward Llano. Andrea didn’t know enough Shifters down here to place everyone, but living in communities, Shifters picked up the collective scent of that community. She smelled four or five distinct ones in here.

Glory was easy to spot, sitting on a barstool in her black leather and lacy top, chatting to the human bartender and the Shifter males around her. She saw Andrea and lifted her bottle of beer in greeting.

“Hey, Andrea. Did Dylan send you running after me?”

“No.” Andrea edged against the bar and gave Glory a hard stare. “I came running after you on my own. What are you doing here?”

“Enjoying myself. Who’s your friend?” Glory gave the human who’d followed Andrea her widest, most tooth-filled smile. “He looks edible.”

“He and his friends gave me directions.”

“Oh, he has
friends
, does he?”

“Glory.”

The young man looked from Glory to Andrea, and his face changed. “Aw, fuck, you’re a
Shifter
.”

Andrea stifled a sigh. “I never said I wasn’t.”

“Damn it, I was trying to
help
you.”

“Why were you?” Andrea fixed him with a stare. “Why didn’t you want me to come in here?”

The guy clammed up. He wasn’t good at hiding things; humans often weren’t. Something about this bar scared him, though Andrea couldn’t tell whether it was simply because it was a Shifter place or something more sinister was going on.

He gave her an ugly glare worthy of Nate the tracker. “Forget it, bitch. It’s your funeral.” He spun and strode away.

“We need to go,” Andrea began, but Glory clamped her hand on Andrea’s arm.

“No,” she said in a hard voice, though she kept smiling. “You need to stay.”

Andrea stopped. “Why?”

Glory leaned close, bathing Andrea in heavy perfume. “Because there are some very interesting conversations in here.”

“Meaning?”

“Just listen.”

Andrea slid onto a barstool and signaled for the bartender to bring her a beer. Good Shifter hearing let Andrea eavesdrop while accepting the cold bottle the bartender put in front of her. If she’d been in her Lupine form, her ears would have been twisted hard behind her.

A table full of Felines had the most interesting conversation, and Glory nodded ever so slightly when Andrea focused on snatches of their talk. They were confident, Andrea thought. They must recognize Glory—she stood out, even for a Shifter—but they didn’t seem to worry about her overhearing. The Felines talked for a while, and Andrea went cold. Something was going on, and it didn’t take her long to figure out what.