Wolfsbane, A Paranormal/Urban Fantasy (The Maurin Kincaide Series) by Rachel Rawlings Read Free Book Online Page B

went out for awhile, that's not a crime. She's a grown woman. Give her some space." Why did I answer the phone?
    "She was supposed to be here hours ago. You expect me to believe your sister just went out for a walk the morning of her wedding and lost track of time? The hair stylist and make-up artist are already here, the photographer is on his way and your sister just went for a stroll, is that it?" She barked.
    "Don't bite my head off, I'm not the one who lost the bride. That was on your watch." I snapped back. "The way this conversation should have gone was Maurin your sister took off. She's not here or at her apartment. I don't know where else to look. I need your help."
    I was met with silence on the other end. "I am hanging up now. Call me if she changes her mind about the whole runaway bride thing."
    "You care more about breaking me than your sister? Fine Maurin, I need your help." The last part was laced with anger.
    I knew how much it cost her to say those words. A smile crept across my face. I would have looked for Frankie an yway. "I'll bring her home."
    She didn't say thank you or anything else for that ma tter before she hung up. I dragged myself off the couch, managing to get myself cleaned up in record time despite lingering aches and pains from last night's activities. I had planned on going to see the Council before the ceremony. If I didn't find Frankie fast there wouldn't be enough time and standing up the Council was not an option. Of course if I didn't find her there wouldn't be a ceremony to worry about so it wouldn't matter. That line of thinking wasn't getting me any closer to finding my sister. I gave a little whistle for Conry. I already knew where my first stop was going to be.
    My soon to be brother-in-law was a mess sitting on their expensive leather couch in the clothes he had obviously slept in. Hang over, suffering from the same cold feet as my sister, concern for her safety or guilt for having done som ething to make her run? I intended to find out.
    Moving through the between was definitely a stealthy mode of transportation. He never heard me come in. I had been watching him for a couple minutes and he had no clue I was there. Conry gave a little huff, announcing our pre sence.
    I wasn't sure how much Michael actually knew about me but the look of absolute terror on his face told me not nearly enough. It was becoming painfully obvious that even Frankie wasn't comfortable telling people what I really was. Although in her defense, it wasn't like I told her exactly what that was.
    "How the hell... Your sister said you were... but she never said you could... What are you?" Michael sputtered.
    "All that Ivy League education and you can't even ma nage to string a proper sentence together. You disappoint me Michael." His face was stricken with fear. His chest heaved as he sucked in breath after breath trying to calm down and failing miserably. He was going to hyperventilate. "In her defense, she doesn't have a clue about what I really am. What did you do to my sister Michael?" I let the menace in my voice hang in the air before pressing him further.
    "I asked you a question. What did you do to make my sister run Michael?" My voice was cold, void of all emotion. It had the desired effect.
    "We, we had a fight. I..." He stammered.
    I moved with a swiftness I wouldn't have thought poss ible given my lack of sleep and time to heal."If there is so much as a hair out of place when I find her..." I warned. I jerked him up off the couch. Conry sensed my anger and moved forward, snarling.
    "I didn't touch her. I swear." He practically shrieked, tr ying to pry my grip from his no doubt expensive dress shirt. Sensing the effort to free himself was pointless he hung there defeated and completely emasculated.
    "So why isn't she at her mothe r's putting her on wedding dress?" I gave him a little shake, letting him know I wasn't entirely convinced. His face showed his confusion over my Freudian slip, so I shook him