Page 102 of A Token of Blood and Betrayal

“True,” she said.I waited for her to continue.She didn’t.

My thumbs had started tapping again.I made them stop.“He said he was busy.”

Melissa snorted.“So that’s what he told you.”

I just shook my head as I slowed at the last stop sign.She was being extra cryptic for some reason—

Thump.

My gaze shot to the rearview mirror.Melissa twisted toward the back seat, fangs exposed and snarling.

“Nuh, uh, uh.”Canyon held a dagger to Melissa’s throat.

I yelped and slammed on the brakes, nearly giving myself whiplash.I was the only one who lurched against a seat belt though.Melissa and Canyon both remained exactly where they were.

“How did you get in here?”I demanded, my heart racing.Fey weren’t supposed to be able to magic their way into a moving vehicle.

“I used the door, of course.”

“The door was locked.”

“Was it?”he asked, sounding both innocent and patronizing.

“Yes.”I was sure of it.With my car damaged, I noticed every extra sound and weird noise, and I’d noted when the locks engaged.

“Maybe your memory has holes,” he responded helpfully.

I glared into the mirror.One more freaking hour and, assuming the spell worked, I would have had a nulled token to throw at his head.

“Get.Out,” I said.

“But it’s been so long since we talked.”His attention snapped from me to Melissa.That’s when I noticed the second knife he held pointed at her heart.“I wouldn’t do that, vampire.Is she supposed to be your bodyguard?”

The last part was directed at me.I ignored the question.“Put the knives away.”

“She needs to put her fangs away first.”He smiled broadly.

I rolled my eyes.“Melissa.Relax.”

“After I kill him.”

“Melissa.”

Eyes still murderous, she eased away from Canyon’s knives but remained facing him.

“Much better,” the fey said.“You may go ahead and drive—Demni, what did you do to your car?”

My jaw clenched.“It came this way.What do you want?”

He leaned forward until he was almost sitting between us and scowled out the windshield.

“Can I kill him now?”Melissa asked.

Canyon snapped his fingers.My car lurched like I’d hit a huge pothole even though I hadn’t taken my foot off the brake.I gripped the wheel hard, and when the rocking stopped, my smashed-in hood was… no longer smashed in.

I blinked.My cargleamedlike it had a brand-new paint job.I really needed to learn more about fey and their magic.“Let’s let him live a few more minutes.”

Canyon leaned a shoulder against Melissa’s seat, which was brave, and studied me.“Are you late for another rendezvous?”