Still holding me against his chest, Archer sits down on the couch. He finally releases me some, but only so much that I’m not sitting in his lap instead. His arms wrap around me like chains. I’m not against the position entirely, and he’s not hurting me. But it would be nice to do what I wanted and
“I’d worried when I had heard you were in the hospital,” Alpha King Hayes said through the phone. “You should have called me and told me of your condition. I would have done everything in my power to have helped.” Oh, what a cruel, vicious man. How I would love to give him the verbal thrashing of
The phone goes dead, the call cut off. From where I am, with my face smashed against Archer’s chest, I can’t tell if Neil ended the call himself or if the Alpha King hung up. I suppose it doesn’t matter right now, what with the Pyramid in darkness and who knows what potentially breaking in. If the
I sit holding Mia for a time, as the brothers continue to check on things from the safety of the panic room. Steven continues to type away at his computer. Neil is on the phone. He called the electric company first, and now he’s speaking with someone at city hall. Archer and Beau are arguing about
“You’ll always have your claws and teeth,” I remind him. Beau shakes his head. “That’s a last resort. And I sure as hell don’t want to have a bloody werewolf fight with you and Mia in the room.” I concur wholeheartedly about not wanting Mia in that situation, but I’m perfectly capable of endurin
I snooze my alarm and roll over, yet when it sounds a second time ten minutes later, I resolve myself and pull myself out of bed. Wearing my pajamas, with my hair up in a messy bun, I shuffle into the kitchen for coffee. While the maker works its magic, I go into the living room and click on the new
What a vile man, the worst sort of person. I need to train harder. I need to really give it my all, push myself to my limits, so people like him can never make me feel as scared as I was last night. Determined, I hop to my feet and look around the room. As a woman training to be a warrior, I’m n
I open the door later that evening after a knock and find Steven standing on the other side. He’s dressed to exercise, in sweatpants and a moisture-wicking t-shirt. He carries a drawstring bag over his shoulder, presumably with a change of clothes inside. His expression seems unsure. He’s frowning