h. And hey, don’t stare at her. That bugs Sam.”
I frowned at him. “Why would I stare?”
Embry looked uncomfortable. “Like you saw just now,usb design, hanging out around werewolves has its risks.” He
changed the subject quickly. “Hey, are you okay about the whole thing with the black-haired
bloodsucker in the meadow? It didn’t look like he was a friend of yours, but. .” Embry shrugged.
“No, he wasn’t my friend.”
“That’s good. We didn’t want to start anything, break the treaty, you know.”
“Oh, yeah, Jake told me about the treaty once,usb flash drive, a long time ago. Why would killing Laurent break the
treaty?”
“Laurent,” he repeated, snorting, like he was amused the vampire had had a name. “Well, we were
technically on Cullen turf. We’re not allowed to attack any of them, the Cullens, at least, off our
land—unless they break the treaty first. We didn’t know if the black-haired one was a relative of theirs or
something. Looked like you knew him.”
“How would they go about breaking the treaty?”
“If they bite a human. Jake wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting it go that far.”
“Oh. Um, thanks. I’m glad you didn’t wait.”
“Our pleasure.” He sounded like he meant that in a literal sense.
Embry drove past the easternmost house on the highway before turning off onto a narrow dirt road.
“Your truck is slow,” he noted.
“Sorry.”
At the end of the lane was a tiny house that had once been gray. There was only one narrow window
beside the weathered blue door,wearing around his neck, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow
marigolds,custom usb flash drive, giving the whole place a cheerful look.
Embry opened the truck door and inhaled. “Mmm, Emily’s cooking.”
Jared jumped out of the back of the truck and headed for the door,I take my leave. There can be no doubt that Skeeter, but Embry stopped him with one
hand on his chest. He looked at me meaningfully, and cleared his throat.
“I don’t have my wallet on me,” Jared said.
“That’s okay. I won’t forget.”
They climbed up the one step and entered the house without knocking. I followed timidly after them.
The front room,moncler jacket, like Billy’s house, was mostly kitchen. A young woman with satiny copper skin and long,
straight, crow-black hair was standing at the counter by the sink, popping big muffins out of a tin and
placing them on a paper plate. For one second, I thought the reason Embry had told me not to stare was
because the girl was so beautiful.
And then she asked “You guys hungry?” in a melodic voice, and she turned to