A scowl.She drags me down to her five-foot-five height and closes her small fingers around the front of my shirt before planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. "You're not shaving."For it is the way you welcome a son you haven't seen in a dozen years.Grinning, I lead the way into the eating area. Are we going to sit?The dining room with walnut and cherry floors is at least five times larger than it is necessary. The dining table is crowned by three elaborate, French-style burnished gold chandeliers that cast a warm, pink glow across the space. It appears warm and even cosy. However, it has never made for a cosy supper when we sit on opposite ends of a twelve-seater table.Everybody has a place.With his back to the commanding fireplace, Dad would consistently take the first chair at the head of the table. Mom has always occupied the seat across from him. Leandro would take a seat in the chair across from me after waiting to see which of the five open seats on the longest side of the t
"I don't mind sharing a woman at all." I look over my shoulder and speak in a cool, collected voice."My partner's fucking of my father bothers me because it's easier for her to earn a few small things on her own than to go to her parents and beg for them."A female gasp of amazement resounds.Leandro chuckles. "Mother, you know that Finn is correct, so there's no need to be so outraged."Slipping out nearly as stealthily as they had entered were the two expressionless servants loitering at the side of the room. The Desidario family knows better than to stay behind for their business, which is their family business.Dad looks at me stoically. "I see. "So, you want to spend your entire life in that bar of yours?" he asks, his lips curving into an unappealing curve in disgust.It would be a waste of time to respond, because whatever the issue with my wolf is, the solution is outside this building. His and mine."Finn, you might be the Alpha here. You might manage investments while resid
He pushes me up against the wall again. When my back smacks, I scream, my ribs damaged and hurting so badly. I tighten myself then, waiting for the sound of rubber snapping, but it doesn't come, so I guess the searching phase is finished.Detective Bradley gives me the command to remain and retreats a few feet.My eyes go blind from the bright light and I jerk my head away.Another command, threatening to subject me to yet another, more in-depth investigation if I don't remain motionless. Thus, I remain motionless and avoid tampering with Detective Ferdinand's subsequent photo.Detective Bradley snatches my wrist and drags me back to the metal desk, where a white sheet of paper with ten circles and a small black pad are waiting for me. Time flies by.That section seems to go by very quickly. Perhaps because I'm not the one touching the paper after pressing my finger on the black pad. There's no rushing when Detective Ferdinand, who enjoys doing everything with needless force, does tha
"So, it seems like you've made some street friends." Detective Ferdinand assumes command, sounding almost kind.I assume they aim to use this brief tape as evidence in court that they did not coerce me into making the confession they want me to make.I remain silent.It's evident. Detective Bradley scans through the file nonchalantly, resting his chin on one palm. But the green eyes he directs at me are anything but informal. "I believe a girl such as you made a lot of friends. You would frequently be discovered with them by some of my coworkers when you were supposed to be in school. Our archives span the years thirteen through seventeen, after which—well.All of a sudden, you were no longer making street pals.Though he won't say it out loud, he's thinking about calling me a prostitute. Both of them are.Nothing I say will change their opinion that I'm a whore; they've already made up their mind. I take a seat back and wait for this interrogation to end so I can be taken to a quiet
It's during moments like these that I can recall my motivation for shaving. It requires little to no upkeep.He looks so heavy-set that it seems like they could close at any moment and stay that way, and he sounds discouraged as he adds, "I even took a cab up there."I got the impression from studying him that any sleep he did get was not restorative or lengthy. He appears incredibly worn out. "You mentioned that it would be a time waster.""Yeah, I did," he concedes, sounding exhausted rather than merely worn out. Vanquished. But I was at a loss for what to do. Has Finn said anything to you?He's not giving it his all. I should have left him sleep, sh*t.I bring the bottle up to my lips. Glancing quickly at him, I ask, "Who the fuck cares?"His brow is wrinkled as he looks off into space. Though it appears that he is lost in thought, I doubt that he is feeling the same rage that is burning in my stomach. Dan is forgiving when it comes to most things, but once someone is on my "shit l
I'm not overweight, nor am I six feet tall. My quickness and my readiness to go above and beyond to defeat an opponent are what allow me to win. Fairness has never been taken into consideration.What was important was winning. Leandro's eyes are getting wary of whatever it is he sees when I'm on my feet.Finn moves in front of us. "We're short on time for this. Dan set down that bottle. Put on a shirt, Jade.Come with me.I laugh. "You anticipate us to—"He looks down at me. "I anticipate that you will comply. That's what I anticipate. This is alpha me. Not the case with you. rather than Dan.It seemed that he was near enough to hear us.Leandro whispers, "Ah, is there trouble in parad—"Finn cuts me off with a stern remark, "If you want to survive the next five minutes, Leandro," as he keeps staring me down. "I would just shut up."I get distracted by movement out of the corner of my eye. Den."What is your knowledge of Darius?" As Dan gets up and asks, he stumbles so much that he fa
Assist? I laugh to myself. Was that why, when I destroyed your picture, you were threatening to give me another, closer look? because you desired to assist me?Hours before, the smell of burned black coffee receded, but now when it nags at my nose again, I know Detective Bradley placed his plastic coffee cup to the side.When he got up at two in the morning to find some liquid refreshment to continue the interview, there was no coffee offered to me. Not that I would have accepted his offer. I would have needed to use the loo by now, given it is almost three, and I have a feeling that the request would have cost more than I was ready to pay.A moment later, I heard the rustle of paper, and then I saw a horrible snapshot that I had to remind myself not to look at. I yell at myself to shut my eyes and act as though I didn't see it.I can't, though.Some things are impossible to ignore."Now. Let's discuss a cold case that dates back three years. We think that before the couple in the nea
FinnLeandro surveys us slowly, a hint of hunger visible in the depths of his emerald eyes. So, how exactly does this sharing function? You go to bed together and see what happens, or do you take turns with her?Finn, you're a fool for bringing him here. Why didn't you take his information and run off with him?But I'm aware. Sami. I had a warning that I had to return to the city. Right now.The roaring from a huge screen TV hanging on the distant wall and the hardly audible tire squeals are perfectly muffled by his lack of effort to reduce his tone. I doubt the live portion because it's one of those "live" police car chases that focus more on theatre. Whether it's real or not, the chef, who's looking out of the kitchen hatch in his grease-stained chef whites, is mesmerized. The sound is muted, so thankfully we are spared the full impact of a man yelling his indignation at the utter carelessness of such a risky chase through the city streets.The waitress, a little blond thing, jerks
Also, if you bite Dan already and someone asks you to fill up the release paperwork at the door, well.I mumble, "We might not get him out of the hospital before he shifts.""Regular individuals don't just heal themselves; he'll start healing himself. Finn adds, turning away from me, "If we stay, we expose ourselves in addition to him.If there was one rule in Fight Club, it would be that no one should be aware that shifters exist. The government would eliminate them all if people were aware of them and what they were capable of.When Darius informed me that certain disparities are so great that people would turn against you if they understood what they were, I felt like he was exaggerating. There is nothing you could do or say that would ever lead them to believe you are anything other than a threat that has to be eliminated.Until I recalled my school days following Mom's death and my transformation into the girl with the drunken father. I changed and evolved. Something to be mocked
"They're far too violent for you," he explained. "Bed. "Let's go, squirt." He'd discovered me after I'd snuck down the stairs to peer through the bannisters at the TV."But the men take too long to fall down and sometimes they grab the wrong place on their front, so they can't be dead." I let out a sigh.As he carried me back up to bed, he chuckled. "Waiting too long to fall, huh?" How long have you been looking?"I denied ever seeing anything. He snorted at my obvious deception, kissed the top of my head, put me into bed, and then told me a tale."You sound like you might be smiling, angel," Jade adds, restoring my attention to the present."Well, I'm not," I tell myself. "You're just hearing things."He sighs once more, brings me in closer, and inhales. "Fuck, angel, I thought we'd lost you today."They should have discovered my body in the attic.Darius lost his cool over little matters such as the white wine at dinner not being cold enough. He'd lash out at one of his packmates fo
If this surgeon is still sniffing about Amanda once Dan is better, it will be the last thing he does."You're quiet," Finn remarks as we come to a halt in front of the vending machine, releasing my arm."Please tell me you're not working out how to kill the doctor and get away with it."I cast a casual glance at the machine. I'm not interested in crappy coffee or tea. My eyes widen when I see peppermint tea.Amanda could use one of them. Also, sleep. She appeared weary, with black bags under her eyes. Still lovely, but ready to go."I'm thinking," I say quietly.The second Amanda turns her back, she plans on tearing the good surgeon apart.Finn rummages in his pocket with his hand. "I repeat myself. Please don't tell me you're plotting the doctor's demise."I cast a peek across at him. He must have just realised that the only things we stopped to get before following the ambulance to the hospital were his clothing and vehicle keys. We weren't planning on getting cash for the vending m
I examine him again, unsure if I should believe that smile—or him. "That you were a decent guy in spite of it."He laughs from the bottom of his heart, throwing his head back. All unaffected and... genuine. It makes me want to laugh along with him just to see how it feels. "I will most definitely need to have words with Olivia."I cock my head, forgetting about the desire to scream for Jade to return. "Words? Is that a polite way of saying—""No euphemism." He wriggles his fingers again as if requesting permission.After a little moment, I nod once, and he takes a step forward.He's so near that the tip of my nose brushes against his chest as my knees kiss his thighs. I can't help but inhale his aroma.He smells better than I'd imagine a surgeon to smell just after surgery. Clean, with a woodsy note that might nearly be cologne."While one or two doctors in this hospital have married nurses, I have no plans for the lovely Olivia," he adds as he begins his inspection.How on earth did
"Despite its miraculous abilities, the heart is a delicate thing." There's a reason we have ribs to defend ourselves." He lowers his voice and frowns. "I know what injured your guy and brought him here. He was fortunate to have survived."Most individuals would not survive a wolf attack, in my opinion.Harley pauses for a beat as if waiting for an explanation. Nobody offers one.When he doesn't receive one, he keeps going. "With all of the damage we discovered in surgery, his recovery will be a long process, and there will be complications." I'm here to go over some of the upcoming events in the following days, weeks, and months."My fingers tighten in Jade's sweatpants as all my anxiety returns. "Months?""His heart stopped on the operating table, Jane." He stops and looks at her. "Twice."My mouth is parched. "However, you were able to save him?"Harley gives a single nod. "We have a great team in this hospital.""What complications can we anticipate?" Jade asks, less hostilely than
"Dan had died. Exactly like me. "I think the door hit us." I blink, and I'm back in the attic, watching Dan scramble for the rifle as a wolf rushes at him. "I thought I was going to watch Darius rip out his throat like—" I swallow my words.Nathan did the same thing to Simon Trevor.Simon was one of those rare treasures that a girl couldn't believe existed. A truly kind person. Someone who refused to assist me because he desired something in return. But he did it because he could. He did exactly that. And he paid with his life.I try again, clearing my throat. "I believe he wanted to make Dan suffer as much as he wanted to make me suffer." He cut Dan's breast open before leaping out the upstairs window."But not before he murmured the eight words into my ear that will haunt me for the rest of my life."You belong to no one but me, Amanda."Finn gives a blink. "He didn't take you."My head shakes. "Like I said, he likes to punish people."Finn cocks his head, his gaze narrowing. "You k
We tripped over each other to follow as they rushed him out of the attic, the house, and finally into a flashing ambulance waiting outside.“Sorry, no room,” they said when we moved to follow.None of us dared argue. Not when Dan’s heart could stop again any second.So we let the bland-faced EMTs who’d shocked Dan’s heart into beating call out a hasty direction for the hospital, slam the door shut, and then they were just…gone.A hand closes high on my right arm.I startle, whipping my head that way."Angel?” Jade’s gray eyes search my face as I search his.Dan once said he looked like a brawler, and he does. I study him, taking my time. Shaved dark hair. Intent gray eyes which dare you to look away first. A nose with a tiny bump on the slope from a break that didn’t heal right. His raw strength makes me feel stronger in a way that shouldn’t make sense, yet it does.“He’s a fighter. Like you. Like all of us. He will survive this.”I wish I could believe you.“Darius is a killer.” I an
On my left, there is some movement.With a snarl, I spin around, swiping my claw at a wolf with a piercing blue gaze who hisses in agony and bounds back, the copper tang of his blood strong in the air.Behind.I'm not sure if that was my warning or my wolf's.It makes no difference.We've already whirled around to confront the danger.The door behind me means I'm not in danger of injuring anybody who matters anything to me, so I stop battling my wolf the way I've been doing for years and start fighting with him.And our adversaries perish one by one beneath our jaws and claws.It makes no difference that others are rushing into the room, assaulting in pairs, one at a moment.It makes no difference if they pierce my flesh with their fangs or cut open my back with their claws.All that matters is that they perish.The floor is slippery with my adversary's and my own blood, but the pain is a distant second—or is it third?—to the wrath erupting within me.Then it's only me, my breathing r
"What makes breathing so important?" I inquire, disregarding the aching in my left arm. It's only been a minute, yet I'm already trying to stay up."You could have lined up the most perfect shot in the world, but what if you get excited and your breathing changes?"I thought for a moment, but I didn't have a response for him. "No."He takes two deep, leisurely breaths. But his third breath is a bit faster, and the cannon slips to the left by about half an inch. "Did you notice that?"I nod. "Breathing made you move.""Move it just enough to throw off your shot." With a body shot, you can get away with it, but with a headshot, you can miss it entirely. "Calm and control will save the day here.""Are you not angry?" I inquire, intrigued by this aspect of Dan. I had no clue he knew how to shoot, much alone be so enthusiastic about it."There is a time for rage." Isn't it when you have a pistol in your hand?" He softly presses down on my finger. "This is exactly how it should feel. Breath