Bedeviled by Sable Grace Page A

attention to Haven’s spell crafting when they were living under the same roof, Kyana made her way sluggishly back to the trailer. They were going into that factory, but she wanted her opposable thumbs back when they did.
    Her ears flattened to her head at the sight of her tattered leather pants and boots lying in ribbons on the driveway. Her tank top was unsalvageable, and she’d lost her change of clothes to barbed wire.
    Lovely.
    Ryker held out a wad of fabric so she could see it, then tossed it inside the open door of the trailer. “It’s all I could find inside, but I figured anything was better than nothing.”
    Grateful for his thoughtfulness, she made her way back inside the metal heap, snatched the bundle of clothing between her teeth, and dragged it into the kitchen where she could shift and maintain a tiny bit of dignity.
    She waited for her bones to adjust to her two-legged body, then unrolled the bundle of clothing and groaned. Men’s sneakers. Men’s jeans. A size XXL flannel shirt with two missing buttons near the collar. The only good thing was her daggers lying on the plaid, making the fabric look dingy.
    â€œYou’ve got to be kidding me.” She couldn’t intimidate a puppy in this getup.
    Regardless, she dutifully put them on and half tripped her way to the bedroom behind her in search of a belt. The jeans slipped past her ass with every step, and the long fabric wrapped under each foot making grace an impossibility.
    She dug through the drawers as quickly as she could manage and found a wide leather belt. Rolling her eyes at the horrible, rusted belt buckle that weighed more than she did, she slipped it into her belt loops. She had to puncture another hole to make it fit and then wrap the belt around her waist twice, but it would hold her pants up and secure her weapons, so it would work for now.
    She rolled up the jean cuffs and slipped back outside, deciding to forgo the shoes. The damned things were about four sizes too big.
    â€œLet’s go.”
    Silas looked up from where he crouched beside Haven’s father. “What about him?”
    Kyana shrugged. “He’ll live.”
    She was only half hoping she was right. If he was really the reason Hope had died, if he’d really beaten Haven’s childhood out of her, he deserved whatever fate awaited him after they left.
    Part of her wished they’d come five minutes later so Haven could have finished him off.
    Kyana knew all too well about abusive fathers. It was a shame she’d never known they’d shared that particular bond. She couldn’t really fault Haven for not sharing her past. She’d never told Haven about hers either.
    â€œKy?” Ryker rested his hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly. “Silas asked where we were going and if you needed him to scry for Haven again.”
    â€œWe’re going to check out that factory where I lost her scent.” She looked up at the starless night sky. “Hope you brought a flashlight.”
    Not that Ryker or she would have any trouble seeing in the dark, but Silas would be an accident waiting to happen. Maybe bringing him hadn’t been the smartest idea.
    â€œYou’re going to get my ass kicked aren’t you?” Silas complained as he helped Haven’s dad stand. “We should wait till the sun comes up when she’s weaker.”
    â€œAre you turning into a wuss?” she asked, glaring at Silas. She turned her attention to Haven’s dad. She wasn’t sure if she’d kill him as a favor to Haven, or if she could force herself to go against her instincts to use him as bait to get Haven to come after him again. “It’s not safe for him to come with us.”
    Silas raised an eyebrow. “Thought we were all protect-the-humans now.”
    â€œFor him I’ll make an exception. Besides, he’s been fine here for two weeks. Dark Breeds don’t seem to want him either.