Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

Wanna take a walk?” Lu asked. He was tired of driving. His back ached, and his legs were cramped, and his head was full of cotton or bees or bloodlust. Sometimes it was difficult to tell which. Montessa hesitated. Lu tossed her a look. “What? I thought you’d be all over getting out and stretching your legs.”

She swallowed hard. “Is this a killing sort of walk?”

Lu frowned. He didn’t know why. He felt his lips curl and turn and stretch, felt his eyebrows furrow and his eyes spark. He was slightly offended. A killing sort of walk, indeed.

“Nah, lady. It’s just a walk. A normal, everyday kind of walk.”

“Call me Montessa,” she said, and stared out of the window again.

He pulled over on the shoulder, next to a group of trees. Thick. Leafy. Perfect cover. Wonderfully remote-feeling. The type of place where, yes, he would gladly go on a killing walk. But that made his newly-beating heart heavy somehow.

“I will kill you, you know. Just not now.”

“I know.” Her voice, it had