“This is a bad idea, dollface,” My concerns were falling on deaf ears.
“It’ll be fine…” the cat lady had ice running through her veins. Here we were planning to take on three Coven wolves and she was as cool as a cucumber.
Of course, if all went according to plan, we wouldn’t have to fight the wolves. My success rate with things going to plan hovers somewhere around zero. I was counting on the cat having better luck.
We were outside the (insert name of inn). We could see through the window that the wolves were having a good time in the common room. The drinks were flowing freely. That could only work to our advantage. A wolf in his cups isn’t as alert.
“I don’t see their rucksacks. They must have left them in their room. I can be in and out in five minutes. They won’t even know we were here.”
I didn’t like the gleam in her eyes. “I think they’ll figure it out when they find the scroll is missing…” She was licking her lips in anticipation even as I brought up the inevitable fallout. I wondered if the scroll would be the only thing coming back with her.
She put her paw on my shoulder. “Trust me, Oonch!” Her touch was electric and not just from static build-up. I was putty in her paws and she knew it.
Still, I couldn’t let her think I was too much of a pushover. “Lady, I just met you. Trust is a lot to ask on the first date.”
She just smiled that beguiling smile of hers. Putty.