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breeze and I
helped myself to a pair of loose jeans, a red shirt I chose for the
ironic fact that it matched my eyes, and even a thick pair of
woolen socks for which my feet were very grateful. I took a soft
blue shirt, black casual pants, and another pair of socks for
Grace.
    “ Sorry they didn’t have
any, um, bras, or anything,” I apologized while Grace pulled on the
clothes behind a bush.
    “ That’s okay,” she said.
“I’ll just wear the coat and hope no one notices.” She stepped
around the bush and I took her hand. She had braided her long brown
hair and tied it with a scrap of cloth from the coat; a stray
strand brushed her cheek. She swept it behind her ear with her free
hand. “Where to, oh fearless leader?”
    “ You can call me fearless
until we run into something really intimidating like a
spider.”
    She laughed. “You’re afraid of spiders?”
    “ Got bit when I was a child
and haven’t liked them since.” I led her over a log and across a
bare patch of earth.
    “ I’m the same way with
bees. What kind of spider was it?”
    “ Black widow.” We walked
around the house where fewer clothes now fluttered in the darkening
evening. I led her up the sidewalk and onto a paved road. “I had
stomach cramps for three days. Not pleasant.”
    She gave a teasing smile. “Well, if I see a
spider, I’ll let you know.”
    “ Thanks,” I replied dryly.
I limped painfully on my bad leg and it was hard not to focus on
the persistent ache. The heat that ran up my limbs stole my breath
and it got harder to put one foot in front of the other.
    Grace turned her head to listen to my steps
and her hand tightened on my elbow, helping me keep steady. “What’s
our plan?” she asked after a couple of minutes.
    I shrugged. “I don’t know. Call Jaze, see if
he’s the one that set us up, then figure out what to do from
there.”
    Grace’s voice was soft when she asked, “Do
you think he’s a Hunter?” The underlying note of fear in her tone
lifted the hair on the back of my neck.
    “ Whatever he is, he won’t
lay a finger on you without going through me first,” I said in a
tone I hoped was threatening and reassuring at the same
time.
    She pursed her lips like she was fighting
back a smile and squeezed my hand. “Thanks, Kaynan. I can’t tell
you how much it means to have you here.”
    My heart gave a strange thump. It was
different to be the one helping instead of causing trouble.
     
     

Chapter 4
    I found a pay phone in front of a gas
station and was able to beg two quarters off a man filling up his
car, though I forgot about my red irises and lack of sunglasses
until I noticed him staring.
    “ Contacts,” I explained
lamely.
    He nodded and wordlessly handed over the
change. I called Jaze’s number and watched Grace as she wound and
unwound a strand of hair around her finger and stared sightlessly
out at the small town. I wondered if having the heightened senses
of a werewolf helped compensate for her loss of eyesight.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Are you the one that
sicced the suits on us?” I demanded without preamble.
    “ You’re the one who set us
up,” Jaze accused. “There were armed men from who knows what
organization trying to kill us on sight. I don’t take lightly to
being shot at.”
    I fought back a snarl at his tone. “Well,
that makes two of us. How do I know you didn’t set us up?”
    “ Because I don’t do that,”
Jaze replied, his voice tight. “I help werewolves. My goal is not
to get them shot full of holes and silver. We were lucky to get out
with our hides in one piece.”
    The frustration in his voice calmed my
agitation. I let out a small breath. “Us, too. Now what?”
    “ Where are you? They chased
us northwest until we off-roaded and lost them in the mountains.
Now we’re in some sort of mining community.”
    “ We’re in small town a few
miles west.”
    “ Is there somewhere we can
meet up?”
    “ The gas station, unless
your phone’s bugged and we have