Chapter 153

Sideburns frowned at me, his brows creasing together. “Are you deaf?”

“Duddub! Boo!” I shouted, dragging my hair a bit harder for better effect.

Sideburns shook his head in disappointment. “The girl doesn’t understand English, and I think her brain’s scrambled.”

I inserted two fingers into my mouth and whistled, then pulled them out to fling a string of saliva at Sideburns. He jumped back, but not that fast, and my spittle fell upon his shiny leather shoe.

It was gross, but it had to be done and done right.

“Fuck,” he cursed, glancing at his shoe then at me, a look of disgust in his gray eyes.

“Poopooo!” I yelled louder to get them out of my little world and kicked out my good leg at Canary, since he was closer to me.

He sidestepped swiftly and grinned at me.

“The girl is crazy, Alpha Heir.” Going-gray darted a glance at Sideburns. My heart stuttered. I was right about Sideburns being their leader. “She isn’t worth our time, no matter how odd the situation seems to be. We should get going. If we hurry up, we can get back to our city by tomorrow night. I want to sleep in my own bed sooner rather than later.”

Sideburns stared down at me uncertainly.

“Boo-boo!” I barked to prove that his second was right about me. I was thinking of spitting at him again to help him make up his mind, even though

 it would double hurt my image. But my dignity had gone down the drain as soon as they’d discovered me.

Sideburns seemed to read that I’d spit on him again, and he stepped back another half pace. Irritation crept over his face. He was a powerful man, and powerful men always got what they wanted. But he wouldn’t get a damn thing from a crazy chick who spat and kicked and talked nonsense.

It satisfied me to frustrate him.

“Do you have any other words than boob and poop, Catnip?” Canary asked with undying interest.

“Fuckooo!” I spat at him, my eyes glinting in anger while I struck out my good leg in his direction.

All three men jumped back.

Canary laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Going-gray, the one who looked like Sideburns’

uncle, asked gruffly. “I say let’s leave her be. We’ve wasted enough time on a crackpot.”

“You aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed if you missed all the hints, Jay,” Canary said. “If we leave without this girl, our mission will be a complete bust. We’ll end up going home empty-handed.”

“How will our mission be accomplished if we bring a fruitcake with us to the city?” Going-gray sneered. “We shouldn’t have trusted a vampire’s oracle anyway. This little cuckoo will only be a burden to us. And you know the rules. No outsider is allowed to live within Shifter City.” He gave my bird’s nest of lilac-blue hair a meaningful glance. “I can even see lice there. But if you’re interested in washing her, Prince Shade, by all means do so. However, I’d caution you not to stick your dick—”

“That’s enough, Cousin Jay,” Sideburns said. “My brother is no longer that man.”

Going-gray flung a string of insults my way, but in the meanwhile, he’d also unwittingly provided me with a lot of intel.