Gunmetal Magic: A Novel in the World of Kate Daniels

to both of you to put it back together, but you’d have to forgive each other first.”
    “When did you get so wise?”
    Kate sighed. “I spend all my Wednesdays listening to the shapeshifter court issues. You wouldn’t believe how often they try to use the Pack court to settle their love problems. Look, Andi, whatever you decide, I’m on your side. If you want help, I will help. Just tell me what to do. If you want to sit here and mope, I will find you a hanky.”
    A hanky, huh? “Just for that, you’re going to come with me.”
    “Where?”
    “To Raphael’s house. It’s payback time.”
    “Oh no. Another case of breaking and entering?” A mischievous light sparked in Kate’s eyes.
    “I don’t have to break and enter.” I pulled Raphael’s spare set of keys out of my pocket and jingled them. “He left me this lovely set of keys. Seems a shame not use them.”
    Kate laughed.
    I had already made the calls before I left for my meeting with Aunt B. My evil plan was already set in motion.
    I raised my pink drink. “To revenge!”
    Kate raised her glass and we clinked.
    “It has to be really good,” she said.
    “Trust me on this. It will be epic.”
    The front door of Raphael’s house swung open. A moment later Kate appeared in the doorway of the master suite’s bathroom. She was wrapped in a plastic biohazard suit.
    “Still clear,” she reported. “It’s twenty past midnight. He’ll be home soon.”
    “Almost done,” I told her.
    “We would be finished already if you hadn’t insisted on doing the tub.”
    I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I had put in nearly twelve hours of work, using every iota of my shapeshifter strength and speed. Kate had helped, especially with cutting things, but I wanted my scent all over this place, not hers, which was why she was wrapped in plastic, and I wore a tank top and a pair of capris, sweating and leaving my scent signature on everything.
    “Almost done,” I promised again.
    Kate turned. A moment later I heard it too, some sort of rumble at the front door.
    “I got this,” Kate said and went out with a determined look on her face.
    A moment later I glued the last strip in place and stuck my head out.
    Kate stood by the door with her arms crossed.
    That was an anti-Curran pose. What the hell was the Beast Lord doing here?
    I padded to the door.
    “First, you didn’t come home.” Curran’s voice held zero humor. “Second, I’m told that my mate is lingering in Raphael’s house. There can’t be any good reason for you to be here.”
    “Are you spying on me, Your Furriness?” Kate asked.
    “No,” I said, stepping into the doorway. “Jim has Raphael’s house under surveillance.”
    Curran looked at me, then looked at Kate.
    “Revenge,” Kate said. “I’ll explain later.”
    Something hissed. The three of us looked up. A dark shadow rose on the neighboring roof, and I recognized Shawn, one of Jim’s people. Speak of the devil. “He’s coming,” Shawn hissed. “Raphael’s coming.”
    Oh shit.
    “Help!” Kate held her arms out.
    Curran grabbed the biohazard suit and ripped it in half, stripping it from her. Kate thrust the suit into the nearest trash can.
    I ran inside the house, locked the front door, ran upstairs,lowered the attic ladder, climbed into the attic, pulled the ladder up behind me, and dashed along the beam to the corner over the living room. My surveillance nest waited for me. I’d bugged the entrance and every room in the house, and now the images from the house filled my tablet. I was going to record this for posterity. I plugged the earpiece in.
    Curran and Kate stood by the door.
    “I can’t believe you decided to come down here and check on me,” she said.
    “The guy once handed you a fan and told you to fan yourself if the sight of his naked torso was too much.”
    “That was like a year ago. Will you let it go already?”
    “No.” Curran grabbed her and pulled her to him, kissing her. “Never.”
    She kissed him back and smiled.
    Awww. Kate and the Beast Lord sitting in a tree…
    The sound of a car pulling into the parking lot.
    I scooted on my pallet of plywood. Showtime.
    Raphael approached. My heart skipped a beat. He looked good. He was also carrying something long and wrapped in canvas.
    “Hello,” Raphael said.
    Now that I looked closer, he seemed a little tired. There were slight bags under his intense blue eyes. Yeah, those sleepless nights of breaking into people’s apartments and