A Werewolf in Manhattan (34 page)

I don’t give a damn what you promised her.
His father’s words came through loud and clear in the telepathic manner of Weres.
She’s a danger to the pack, and our duty is clear. We must keep her on the estate.

Aidan’s answering growl was as strong as his father’s.
You’d imprison her?

Then you might as well kill her now because you will have taken away everything that she values—her bond with her mother, her writing career, her independence. She won’t give a damn about the luxurious surroundings if she doesn’t have those things. Are you prepared to take her life?
Aidan knew he wouldn’t let that happen, but he had to throw out the challenge to make a point.

Howard glared at his son.
I won’t have her blood on my hands, and you know it.

Fiona stepped forward.
Will you two cut it out? There’s no need for the histrionics. We—

Howard snarled a warning.
This pup is challenging me. I won’t have it!
He lunged forward and closed his powerful jaws over Aidan’s neck.

Aidan threw him off but felt the skin tear. He circled his father, looking for an opening, ready to do what he had to for Emma.

Stop it!
Fiona threw herself between them, snapping and growling until both wolves backed away.

Fiona stood between them, panting.
I won’t have this!

A rumbling growl rose from deep in Howard’s throat as he glared at Aidan.
Your mother has always coddled you boys. I’ve never approved.

Howard turned to his mate.
You heard your son. This is between Aidan and me.

Roarke circled the group until he was shoulder to shoulder with Aidan.
And me. I stand with my brother. He’s made a promise. Let him keep it. Emma won’t betray us.

Aidan’s heart swelled with gratitude. Although he didn’t look at his brother, he hoped Roarke knew how much the support meant to him.

His father snarled defiantly.
And if she does betray us?

Aidan met his father’s steely gaze.
You will turn me over to the pack, and they will seek their revenge according to pack law.

Fiona moved forward again.
Then bind her, Aidan.

Howard whirled toward her.
No! Aidan’s the eldest son. He can’t mate with a human!

Fiona stood calmly facing her life’s partner.
I don’t like it any more than you, but it’s obvious he’s made his choice. And if she’s going to hold our fate in her hands, she needs to be one of us.

We have to take that chance.
Fiona turned her attention back to Aidan.
Bind her.

His mother gazed up at the night sky.
Males are all alike. They think they know everything.
She looked at him.
Ask her.

His mother’s gaze softened.
She won’t.

His father snorted.
Then I’ll be saved the humiliation of having my eldest son mated to a human.
His gaze swung to Roarke.
I’m counting on you to give me Were grandchildren now that Aidan’s lost his mind.

Not anytime soon, I hope.
Roarke broke ranks and wandered off to sniff something in the bushes.
I’m extremely busy sowing my wild oats.

Don’t be sowing them in the wrong field.
Howard glanced around the clearing.
Are we done here? I’m ready for a warm fire and a warm bed.

Aidan faced his father one more time.
Just so we’re clear. Whether I bind Emma or not, she’ll be free to see her mother, continue with her writing career, and—

Aidan’s blood ran cold.
Confiscated?

Aidan turned to where his brother browsed through the weeds.
Roarke?

Shit.
Aidan took off at a run. Maybe she’d been too tired to check her computer case. Maybe she’d enjoyed a bubble bath and some coffee and chocolates before climbing into her big bed.

That was wishful thinking. If he had to guess, he’d say that she was, at this very moment, ransacking every room in search of the most important piece of equipment in her creative life. No telling what sort of panic she’d go into because she’d been separated from that laptop.

Roarke and his father had no clue what they’d done, but Aidan had studied Emma’s habits for three solid months. She wouldn’t take the theft of her laptop lying down.

Chapter 27

Emma did her level best to stay awake. She was furious about her laptop being snatched, and she struggled to hang on to her fury, but she’d had a long day. A long weekend, for that matter. The craziness was catching up with her.

Several times the book slipped from her grasp, but she snatched it upright again and rubbed her eyes. She’d grabbed a book at random and should have chosen more carefully. Something involving murder and mayhem would have been good.

Once Aidan showed up, her anger would reappear. She was sure of that. But he wasn’t here. Instead he was off racing through snowy woods with his immediate family. His laptop-stealing family.

In their absence, the house was very, very quiet. And Aidan’s bed was very, very cozy. A girl couldn’t be blamed for snuggling down on pillows that were probably covered in thousand-thread-count cases. Or whatever the top thread count was these days. She’d have to research that, because if she intended to make her next batch of werewolves rich—no,
wealthy—
she’d have to know her glitz and glamour.

First, though, she had to get her hands on her laptop, and then she might chain it to her wrist.
Aidan should be back soon.
Or maybe werewolves stayed out all night and slept all day. There was so much to learn ...

Despite her best efforts, her eyelids closed. But just as she started to drift off, she heard a noise. Forcing her eyes open again, she saw Aidan standing in the bedroom doorway. Only it was Aidan the wolf, not Aidan the man. She blinked, just to make sure.
Yep, Aidan the wolf.

Even though she knew he was behind those golden eyes, her heartbeat kicked into high gear as she slowly sat up to gaze at him. He was a very big wolf, and she was a very small human. She wasn’t afraid, exactly.

But she had a complaint, and even if he was a wolf right now, he would be able to understand her. “They took my laptop,” she said. “You have to get it back, Aidan.”

He blinked once, turned around and left the room.

Emma rubbed her hands over her face. “Dear God, I feel as if I’ve just given Lassie instructions to fetch a rope from the barn so we can pull little Timmy out of the well.”

Would Aidan return with her laptop in his teeth? She hoped not. That wouldn’t be good for his teeth or her laptop. No, of course he wouldn’t do it that way.

He was too logical, and logically, he’d have to shift back into human form to retrieve her laptop. That would leave him wandering through the mansion naked because the clothes he’d worn today lay over the end of the bed. If she’d been thinking, she would have tossed those at him before he left. But how a person was supposed to anticipate these situations and be prepared for them was a mystery to her. Maybe given enough time, she’d get used to the wolf-to-man-to-wolf thing, but she wasn’t there yet.

The room seemed colder than it had before, and she was antsy waiting for Aidan. She decided to light the fire. After climbing out of bed, she used a small butane torch she found in the copper tub. The wood caught right away, which was lucky because she was a city girl who knew diddly-squat about making fires.

She’d like to learn, though. There was something satisfying about watching the flames lick the wood and something sensual about the heat. She also loved the sweet smell of the smoke. Except the smoke was becoming a little overpowering and made her eyes water.

“Good God! Are you trying to burn the place down?” Aidan rushed into the room holding her laptop and waving the smoke away with his free hand. “Did you open the flue?”

“What’s a flue?” Even through the smoke, she could see that he’d found a pair of brown sweats to put on, probably swiped from Roarke’s room.

He tossed the laptop on the bed and crouched in front of the fireplace. Then he stuck his hand into the flames. “Ouch! Shit, that’s hot!”

“Aidan! You’ll burn yourself up!” Coughing from all the smoke in the air, she tried to pull him away from the fireplace.

“Got it.” He withdrew his hand. “Open the French doors, and air it out in here. I’m going to the kitchen for some mustard for my fingers. They’re a little toasty.”

“Your neck! You’re bleeding!”

“Am I?” He swiped his unburned hand over his throat and it came away smeared with blood. “I’ll pick up some antiseptic ointment on my way back.” He pinned her with a look. “Stay here. Don’t leave this room.”

“Okay.” The wound on his neck scared the bejesus out of her. The last time he’d had a wound like that had been on his leg after he’d tangled with Theo. Just now he’d been out in the woods with his family.

She shivered. Had one of his own family members attacked him? And had she been the reason?

After opening the French doors and trying to wave the smoke out, she abandoned the effort.
Might as well just leave the doors open and let the night air suck out the smoke.
Hugging herself to ward off the cold, she began to pace. Despite that jovial evening meal she’d shared with the Wallaces, she had to believe they were sharply divided about how to handle her.

Aidan had pledged to protect her freedom. Had his demands on her behalf prompted an attack? Her tummy ached as she tried to imagine what had taken place in the woods. Had Aidan retaliated? How much blood had been spilled in her name?

“We can close the French doors, now.” Aidan returned with gauze wrapped around the first two fingers of his right hand and a damp cloth pressed to his neck.

“You bet.” She rushed to do it. “I’m so sorry. I was trying to warm up the room.”

“I know.” He nudged the hall door closed with his foot. “You have to open the flue in order for the smoke to—”

“Of course!” She slapped her forehead. “Duh. I’ve read the Harry Potter books. They talked about flues all the time. But I’ve lived in apartments all my life, and none of them had fireplaces.” She walked toward him, her tummy still doing a very unpleasant dance. “Let me see your neck.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t go all Bruce Willis on me. Let me look.”

With a sigh of resignation, he took the cloth away.

The blood had stopped oozing from the jagged tear on his neck. The wound didn’t look deep, thank God. “What happened?”

“Never mind.” He walked into the bathroom and dropped the cloth in the sink before returning to the bedroom. “It’s over.”

Her gaze flew to his. “What do you mean by
over
? Is anyone else hurt or—”

“No.” He cupped her face in his bandaged hand and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Relax, Emma. Everyone’s fine.”

“You swear?” She could smell the mustard he’d put on his fingers before wrapping them in gauze. “Nobody else is even bleeding?”

“Just me, and this is only a scratch.”

“Who attacked you?”

He hesitated.

“Please tell me.”

“My dad. I don’t think he meant to break the skin, but his reflexes aren’t as good as they were when he was thirty-five.” Aidan brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Have you checked your laptop? Is it okay?”

Her throat felt tight and angry tears threatened to fall. “Who cares? You were out in the woods fighting with your father because of me. What if he’d misjudged and severed an artery?”

“But he didn’t.”

“Not this time, but I can see this pledging-with-your-life crap is real, and I don’t want you doing it anymore! Don’t you dare risk your life for me ever again, Aidan Wallace. Promise me you won’t.”

He smiled gently. “Sorry, but I can’t promise that.”

“Sure you can. People retract promises all the time.”

“A werewolf doesn’t.”

“Okay, but you made the promise to me, and I release you from it. I’ll sign a document, swear in front of witnesses, whatever it takes.”

“You don’t have that power, Emma. You could sign a hundred documents in front of a thousand witnesses, and my life would still be yours.”

“Oh, Aidan.” She was going to start leaking tears any second, and she didn’t want that. “You may be the bravest person—
werewolf
—in the world, but I’m a rotten coward, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, ever.”

“I don’t expect anything bad to happen to me. For one thing, I trust you not to betray the pack, no matter where you go or what you do. And you’re free to go, Emma. Ralph can take you back to your loft tomorrow if you want.”

That should have made her ecstatically happy, but leaving him sounded like a horrible idea. Besides, something about that plan didn’t sound right. “They’ll just let me go? What sort of guarantee do they have that I won’t blow the whistle on all of you?” She was afraid she knew the answer.

“Me. I’m the guarantee.”