Getting back to the motel, I grabbed my files and spread them out on the desk. We'd need to maximize our time once Kaius got here. With the murders escalating in number and in intensity, we needed to act as quickly as possible.I wasn't about to let another woman get snatched off the street only to be met by an untimely death all because we were too busy taking our sweet time.Putting my hands on my hips, I glanced up in the mirror over the desk. Zaine was seated on the end of the bed, the mattress bowing under him. He had taken his shirt off and tossed it somewhere while the top button of his pants had come undone and flared apart in order to show the deep-v right below his stomach.I matched his heated gaze and forced myself to turn around to look at him."Come here." He held out a hand.Compelled, I followed the order. He pulled me down into his lap, an arm coming around my waist to secure me against him. I tucked my upper half against his warm chest,
Kaius pulled up to the scene in record time with both his brother and me crammed into the back seat of his Camaro. My heart stuttered inside my chest while my phone continued to vibrate in my hand. The alert pinged repeatedly, my ID the only one that had responded to it so far.I was scared to see what we were walking into. What kind of mess the brothers' father had left for us, or if he was still there, slaughtering people. What were they going to do once they were faced with the stark reality of their parent surrounded by bodies?Zaine's arm was tight around my shoulders, squeezing me into his chest as much as he could inside the cramped space. It wouldn't surprise me if his thoughts were thinking along the same lines. How he was going to have to deal with me arresting his father, or worse.Take him out.I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want Zaine hurt—or Kaius, by extension. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, I untangled myself from Zaine's arms and p
She snapped her fingers, silencing the shifters behind her. My shoulders stiffened. I didn't want to be left alone with her, especially with those shifters seemingly at her beck and call. Even if it was simply to talk—about what I couldn't even fathom."Absolutely not." Zaine stepped in front of me again, Kaius coming around to herd me over while staying in front of the shifter still on the floor. "What is going on, Mother? Why are you here? Where's Father?""This is a matter between women. Step aside."The way she said it… there was a threat there, buried underneath. Over what, was the real question. Peering around Zaine, I could see she'd moved in from the entrance, stepping over a large pool of blood that had been left by one of the bodies nearest her.She held her arms around herself in a relaxed hold, confidence and ease rolling off of her. There was no concern for what was in front of her at all. As if she'd seen this kind of scene a million times before. And
I was knocked to the ground with such force my back skidded along the club floor, hauling me back a good ten feet until all momentum was lost, and I stopped. My palms stung from where my magic had collected, the density of it giving me a light burn over the surface of my skin.The snapping of jaws and teeth had me propelling my body off the ground, just in time to see the shifters run into the club and attack Kaius. He battered them away expertly, keeping them from advancing any further toward me as they fought his hold. He was strong, a lot more than I'd been expecting.One of the shifters unhinged their jaw, clamping down on Kaius' shoulder to hold him in place. He quickly grabbed the back of the shifter's scruff, ripping him off of his arm before prying the jaw back and cracking it apart.The sound of breaking bone had me wincing and covering my ears. It made my teeth clench, that sound reverberating inside my skull. When I looked up, I dodged to the left; a shi
A few days later…"—So, that's pretty much the majority of it."I settled back into my chair, tempted to cross my leg over my knee in order to gain back some semblance of self-control. My hip screamed in protest when I tried, forcing me to remain with my knees mushed together and my hands hovering over them awkwardly.Jeffery stared at me unblinkingly from the other side of his desk. Around the halfway point into my debrief, he'd grabbed a pen—which I assumed he was going to use to write down everything I'd been spewing at the time—but it remained still capped and clutched between his fingers like some kind of comfort objectIt'd gotten back into town only a few hours ago and was already exhausted from my ride back here, not wanting to bother going home first because I knew once I kicked off my shoes and took my bra off, I wasn't getting up out of bed for another week.Unless it was to greet a certain welcomed guest, then I might reconsider."So you're…
A few months later…"Are you sure about this?"I turned away from the bathroom mirror, the curling iron still wrapped around a section of my hair. Zaine leaned against the doorway, watching me with a frown on his face. I hated him looking so glum like that, especially with where we were going tonight."It won't be that bad." Trying to reassure him as best as I can.He crossed his arms over his chest, not answering me back. Turning back around, I dropped the curl and let it bounce before spraying it with product to keep it tightly wound. I could feel Zaine tracking my every move, the soft pulses of his desire for me rang through the bathroom. It flattered me in a way that was hard to describe accurately. He'd been respectful of my time today, knowing I'd set aside a certain amount of time for myself to get ready for tonight's dinner and that derailing those plans by seducing me into bed would piss me off as soon as I came to.I'm sure he'd be able to sw
Gabriel's POVThe newspaper was strewn out on the table before me as I sipped my morning coffee. My glasses sat at the base of my nose. Nothing very exciting. Seemed to be a dry season within stories. Perhaps that was a good thing to some people, but in the world of investigative journaling, it meant missing out on a good paycheck. My phone was always on the table next to me, face up, just in case one of my contacts sent me a tip. My wife, Lucy, and I were freelancers. New to the game, waiting for one big story to come tumbling into our laps.I graduated a few years before her before getting eaten alive at a newspaper press. I wanted to find my own stories. Write what I wanted to write, but all they used me for was getting coffee and lunch. For two years. They never assigned me anything. Always the person next to me.Lucy was the one that told me to leave. Said we'd find our own stories. And we did—a few here and there, but nothing big enough to get our names out there. But we w
Lucy's POVI never liked flying, but the excitement of going someplace new completely overrode my fear of airplanes. I was absolutely elated by the new adventure laid out in front of me. While Gabriel grew up flying all over the world, I rarely stepped foot on a plane.He slept next to me the whole flight, not even jostling when we hit an especially rough section of turbulence. Adrenaline fired through my system, and I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I tried. Gabe could tell I was nervous and left his hand on my lap to squeeze whenever I wanted. After we landed in London, around 4 AM, we had quite the endeavor trying to get to Northpass. Bus to cab to bus to cab. Gabriel was useless without his coffee in the morning, but thankfully, he laid the itinerary out for us before we left. The last cab driver took us over the rolling hills where I could just barely see a little clock tower. My reception started to get a little spotty as we got closer. But I didn't care, absorbed i