Kitty's House of Horrors (kn-7) by Carrie Vaughn (christmas read aloud txt) 📕

him peace and ask him for safe passage, nothing would. He wasn’t moving, and I knew what that meant.

“We have to leave,” I said, slowly rising to my feet and joining the others. “He won’t turn his back on us, so we need to be the ones to move.”

“But what if they come after us?” Tina’s voice was taut; she was right on the edge.

“They won’t,” I said.

“You can’t actually talk to them, can you?”

I sort of could. I let her draw her own conclusion.

With Conrad over our shoulders again, we moved off, as quickly as we could, into the trees and back toward the lodge. I glanced over my shoulder once; the wolves were watching us, the male in the center of them all. But he was sitting now, his fur flat, relaxed almost. Not getting ready to run and launch an attack. One of them flopped to her side and started licking a paw. They weren’t going to come after us. But this was definitely their space.

My nerves were tingling. Tina kept asking questions—“What was that? What the hell happened there?”—and I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t talk.

“Kitty!” she finally said, almost a shriek, and I looked at her. Her eyes widened in fear. I don’t know what face I showed her, but it probably wasn’t quite human. Something wolfish glared in my eyes.

I closed my eyes, shook my head, breathed slow. Told Wolf to settle.

We’re in danger.

I know.

Must flee.

It’s not that simple.

We kept moving.

Chapter 19

We rested three more times. Conrad had fallen unconscious by the time we reached the clearing in front of the lodge. There, we stopped again. The house and everything around it looked quiet. I wanted to know what was going on before we moved any closer.

The shadows had changed, growing more washed-out, more surreal. The sky had paled—close to sunrise. Dawn had sneaked up on me. When was the last time I’d slept? After I’d shifted yesterday? I couldn’t remember how long ago that had been. The gray predawn sky didn’t improve the hazy fuzz I seemed to be moving through.

“I’m going to go to the house to find Grant,” I said, leaving Tina and Conrad sitting at the edge of the clearing in front of the lodge. Not much cover here. I moved along the edge, slow and watchful, taking deep breaths. Nothing smelled out of the ordinary. I didn’t dare call out to Grant, in case an enemy was close by and listening.

I felt like I had a target painted on my forehead. I scratched it, then felt like an idiot for doing so.

I’d reached the porch railing when Grant cracked the door and stepped outside. He’d been keeping watch.

“Kitty.”

I didn’t know where to start. “We’ve got Conrad. He’s hurt, badly.”

“I heard what sounded like an explosion—did you find the blind?”

I swallowed, a gulp of air, of courage. “We did. It was booby-trapped. We lost Lee.”

He nodded and followed me out to where Tina waited with Conrad. The three of us brought him inside and lay him on one of the sofas. Tina and I collapsed. Grant handed us bottles of water, then looked at Conrad’s wounds.

The big picture window in the living room was growing light enough to see by. I sat up.

“Where are Anastasia and Gemma? It’s almost daylight.”

“They’re not back yet,” Grant said.

Shit. “Should we go look for them? Have you gotten any word back from them?”

Now Tina was sitting up, frowning, worried. “Jeffrey—”

I scrambled up, no longer bone tired. An adrenaline-fueled second wind pushed me. “We have to go look for them.”

Nodding at Conrad, Grant said, “Tina, can you look after him?”

“I want to go, I want to help find him—”

“Someone has to stay here,” Grant said. “If we lose the lodge to the hunters, we’ve lost everything.”

She nodded and sat, clasping her hands. Her hair was limp, in need of a wash, pushed behind her ears. Her shirt and jeans were streaked with dirt and blood—Conrad’s blood was all over both of us. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. I wondered if I looked that wrung out.

“We’ll find him,” I said, trying to sound hopeful. Had to stay hopeful.

Grant and I went outside. At the edge of the porch, I tipped my nose up and tested the air. I smelled the forest, the outdoors, like I always did, but I wanted to smell people. Vampires. Their cold, undead blood should have stood out among all this life.

“Find anything?” Grant asked me.

“Not yet.” I stepped forward, all my senses firing.

I heard running. Not caring about stealth, someone crashed through the trees toward us.

“Someone’s coming. Jeffrey,” I said as he broke out of the trees and joined us in the clearing.

“Thank God,” he said, gasping to catch his breath. He was sweat soaked. No telling how long he’d been running. “They’ve trapped Gemma, we need you.”

Jeffrey led us back the way he’d come, about a mile through the woods around the lodge, to the edge of the meadow. He explained on the way, as well as he could around the hard breathing. We were all running on adrenaline by this point.

“We found the blind, a camouflaged tent full of equipment and weapons. We broke up as much of it as we could, scattered the ammunition, hid the weapons in the underbrush. There were silver bullets, silver arrows, stakes, crosses, bottles of what we think were holy water. And a cage. No sign of Cabe or Provost.

“We were on our way back to the lodge when something—it was like an explosion. Too loud for a gunshot. It—it was a harpoon. I can’t think of how else to describe it. It was automated. Anastasia said there wasn’t anybody around, she would have sensed them if they were. But it got Gemma. It was a harpoon on a line and it dragged her into this… this cage.” He was half jogging, half limping now, holding his side. His face twisted in pain. He’d