Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

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wampus cat, thank you kindly, and this sort of thing His tail twitched, unhappy. Field work was not his cup of tea. He preferred using a house – bar should have been delegated to Harry for the goblins. Farry could throw all the rubble into a pile off to the side and the goblins would pulverize things into dust. The fae on staff would need to use magic, which meant they couldn’t be near as subtle as Gregor but they still could have helped. But no dealing with the pike of garbage was delegated to the wampus cat.

Shaking out his fur, he debated his options. There was no telling how long it would take to find anything, or anyone, our the humans had the area roped off and had hired security to prevent anyone from doing something stupid. Gregory wished sending him in “ould be considered stupid but, alas, he was simply too good at his job.

It was nearly time to call it quits for the night. Daybreak was only an hour away and it would be harder to go unnoticed. If he took his time, it was possible to waste a good portion of that hour finding his way back to the surface. He thought about it then let out a defeated sigh feah, no Beatrice would never give him the good chin scratches again if she learned he’d half assed the search for the vampire.

Why she liked the creature was anyone’s guess. The guy was scary. Even Bobby didn’t give Gregofy chills near as much – it was a well known fact bankoves only fought strong opponents, of which he, Gregory, was not. This didn’t mean he particularly liked the skeletal creature but at least there was no worry of a random attack. Riaghaire, on the other hand… Who knew what went on in that undead brain of his.

Gregory proceeded to squeeze back the way he’d come, keeping his nose up in search of any new scents. He ignored the smells that would lead him to a wolf, focusing solely on vampire.

From what he’d been told after returning from his impromptu road trip, those who’d survived the collapse had already extricated themselves. Now that two days had passed, chances of finding anyone alive were pretty much nil. Okay, that was a stretch, since these were vampires and werewolves, but the longer either went without food, the meaner they’d become. Which was why Gregory stuck to the small openings he could only just fit through anything chasing after him if he stumbled onto someone eager for a quick wampus cat snack.

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This new makeshift tunnel he found himself in slanted upwards, making this wampus cat happy. Up meant getting closer to the surface. That means fresh an and no more close quarters. What it also meant was, when something under his/paws shifted before giving out without warning, he had further to fail

Luckily, as a cat, he was well versed in landing on his feet. Usually. When there weren’t things jutting out in every direction to slam into that kept him spinning like a top. When he finally hit the bottom, Gregory let out a low groan. It felt like he’d been put through the dryer’s tumble cycle. Not han

Tilting his head back, Gregory squinted at the opening he’d fallen through, wondering how to get back up. Climbing might be possible but would be care And he was one solid ache now, thanks to the fall. The boss better give him a decent bonus for doing this or there would be angry words spoken. The overtime was one thing, but he would definitely be adding on some serious hazard pay once back at Kaleidoscope.

Gregory paused mid-thought, ears twitching to the right as an odd noise caught his attention. Narning his head in its direction, the food to res more than exactly, he was hearing. Scratching, maybe? Had a rat or something gotten stuck in the collapse? If so, it should’ve been able i get itset out

Sighing, he knew it was expected of him to investigate. Slave drivers, all of them.

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