“I didn’t drown.”
She pulled out a bar stool for me and I realized we were standing in a totally normal, modern-looking kitchen. I was expecting something darker—a musty, old cabin with no air conditioning.
The decor had Isaac written all over it.
“Sit down. We’ll get you cleaned up.” Her gaze flicked to Isaac, flashing with an unreadable emotion, and she muttered, “Both of you.”
There was a flurry of movement as towels were handed off. Isaac disappeared down a long hallway, reappearing momentslater with fresh clothes. There was dried blood on his neck. I decided not to point it out.
I hadn’t spoken to him since we got in the truck. I didn’t know what to say now.
“You want to tell me what the hell happened?” The man from the doorway stood on the other side of the island, arms crossed. Seeing him in the light, I did a double take.
He was broader, his jaw thicker, but otherwise, the man was a mirror image of Isaac. The eyes were wrong—hazel where Isaac’s were green—but if I saw them in the dark, I might not be able to tell who was who.
“Jacques sent two after her,” Isaac hissed. “Probably the same two he sent after Cady.”
“I’m Cady, by the way.” The woman with the towels gave a friendly wave. “Jacques tried to drown me too.”
Isaac’s twin snarled. Cady reached across the island and gave him a pat like he was a misbehaved dog. “Don’t scare her away. I can tell by the look on her face that Isaac has done enough scaring for one lifetime.”
“I wasn’t trying to scare her,” Isaac muttered. “I was trying to save her.”
The twin swirled his finger in the air. “Backtrack for me. What happened to the other two? If we need to move bodies, we better get gone before Saul has another hissy fit and—"
The front door swung open, thumping against the wall. Another man stepped in from the night, dark hair mussed, beard hanging over his collarbones. His eyes were blue, so pale they were almost silver.
And he looked very unhappy.
“There’stwo?” The newcomer glared in my direction. “I leave for five goddamn minutes and now there’s another woman in here?”
“Saul, this is Tara. I told you about her.”
Isaac moved to stand between me and his other brother.
“Saul Barbeaux, what is the matter with you? Watch your tone.” Cady stepped in front of me too. Her arms were crossed, curly ponytail bouncing with her movement.
He looked taken aback, attention snapping to the twin with a confused expression. “Eli?”
The twin—Eli—put his hands up. “Don’t look at me!”
“You brought her here,” Saul accused.
“Doesn’t mean I can control her. She does crazy shit, and I try to keep her alive. That’s how it works.”
“She’s bossy.”
Eli’s grin spread wide. “You have no idea.”
I cleared my throat, drawing on courage I didn’t know I had to ask, “Will someone tell me what’s going on?”
“You didn’t tell her either?” Saul gave Isaac a flat look, muttering, “Do I have to do everything around here?”
“I know Isaac is a…werewolf.” I choked on the last word.
“We’re all werewolves,” Saul said like he was telling me the weather.
“I’m not!” Cady raised her hand.