Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“I won’t,” he states, raising both hands.
“If either of you do… I will hunt you down, won’t quit either. There will be no place you can hide. I’ll find you and I will chew your fuckin’ carcass after making sure you feel a world of pain. Tell me you get me.”
“I won’t touch her. Neither will Cesar.”
“If he touches her, you still pay. You both will.”
He looks like he’s about to shit his pants.
I bare my teeth.
He nods quickly, saying nothing.
I move aside and she haughtily climbs the stairs. And I can’t take my eyes off the sway of that sweet peach of an ass. An ass I’m sure I’ve never looked at before. That ass is mine. It thrills me to no end that I’ll probably be her first and I’ll absolutely be her last.
That fear about only having one woman to play with for the rest of my days is gone. Just like that. The way Grey, Mase, Tyson, and Rye said it’d be. It feels good to have the worry of who I’ll mate with off my shoulders.
Now I’m left with another emotion. Eagerness. Yes, I’m looking forward to playing with my pretty little mate.
A lot.
9
BAILEY
When I get to the top of the stairs, the younger of the two men gestures to a door down the hall with the light on. The other guy is standing off to the side, eyes on me. He exaggeratedly licks his lips and gosh, it’s creepy. I’m glad I’m not alone with him.
The younger brother snaps something in another language, possibly Italian. The guy laughs in response, eyes trailing over me in a way that’s just… icky.
My mind had been whirling with Jase’s revelation, but now it’s stopped on Cicely. Claimed by the alpha private eye who works with Linc and who has no scent?
And what drama?
Alta steps into the hall and asks, “You’re Greyson Blackwood’s sister and Jason Creed’s mate? The librarian and pack secretary for the Arcana Falls pack?”
Strange sensations work through my body that have me feeling unsteady. Hearing those words aloud like this throws me.
“I’m Bailey Blackwood, yes, Greyson’s sister. And I take care of the library and a lot of admin for the pack.”
“You’re wolf shifter and yet you don’t seem weakened,” she states, looking me over.
“I’m only half wolf-shifter.”
“Are there many of those in your pack?”
“Not many,” I say.
“Ah,” she says, then speaks quickly. “I again apologize on behalf of my coven for this. This was my plan, it was unsanctioned; Anya wants that known.”
“Okay?”
“I only intended to take my coven’s artifacts back, leaving him and Danica unable to chase. No permanent harm. Not only are those artifacts ours, it’s also that my love is gravely ill and I needed the wand for a specific spell to save him. But those artifacts weren’t in the bag, and you weren’t Danica. I held you to get answers, not to harm.”
“Well, I’m not sure what to say about that but I will say we would appreciate no further harm.”
“Your hotheaded dog down there might forget to tell his council and that ridiculous little coven all that and seek out revenge. I hope you’re a voice of reason in your pack.”
She’s not sorry; she’s covering her ass.
“We have no hotheaded dogs in our pack, only beings who don’t take too well to being knocked unconscious, abducted, detained and restrained while being disabled by toxins and witchcraft, not to mention the fact that you hit me in the face in order to rile him.”
“We’re leaving,” she goes on like I didn’t say a thing, “but I’d like assurances we won’t have him seeking revenge against me. I will defend myself and I have access to magic that your brother and his coven are too wet behind the ears to even know about.”
“You’re doing yourself no favors by making threats and I can’t make assurances on behalf of my pack or my brother’s coven. You’d have to ask Jason and I suspect he won’t give you much unless we’re safely home. Can I use the restroom facilities, please? I’ve been uncomfortable for hours thanks to you restraining us.”
“Pass on those messages. Make sure your mate doesn’t seek revenge against me for this or I will fight back. I’m facing sanctions for this, but I have ways of striking back.”
“I’ll pass on your message.”
She gestures down the hall.
I move into the modern bathroom and close and lock the door.
An argument between them breaks out in their language. She’s crying while shouting. One of the men is shouting. The other man is trying to placate by the sounds of it.
I shakily use the facilities, wash my hands, and splash a few handfuls of water on my face before dabbing it with Kleenex. I pull out my ponytail holder and detangle my hair with my fingers before retying it up.