Chapter Two Hundred Sixty–One
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I am running in my llivann form, doing my text lite mer from the chasing me bir im weating out. Tring beyond measure I am gang toks come on with some new way to hide mosel soon Wyres cast upward toward the trees overhead and for once I wish I’d Contas myself is my giffe while my ganditie we still alive but didnt And now that shes gone, all that I’m left with is this raw
onrampara
mage.
Maybe if I were a tres intent of a mult
I could rest and gather my shangra braut me out ever they don’t know what truly am. They think I am what I was profonding to he. So maybe this will work.
Without going myself another second to think it way of my former lusion and fucus un the trees up ahead. My mind displaces as it normally does, the fact that the moon is in its wating stages taught but a stato uve my thougins as I go crashing through the brush
and into a burst of daylight.
Where am I? I really have to due. But I dont have been paying attention. Not only to that but to the ground at my feet, because suddenly I’m tambling heat of fast at a rapid rate & speed that sends me careening down a hill so quickly that the howls of the hounds chasing me vanish complasat nerous, a fifferent sound is heard overhead & sound filled with the whir of helicopter blades and the
shouts of kuntans
Lepes and beaches that around me it a bir as I tumble down the mountainside, trying like hell to reach for the invisible tendrils of my magic and slow myself down But I’m too tired and the attem is good, so I continue to fall out of the forest like a boulder rolling down a kill.
When I finally stop moving the world confines to spin around me with faces on the end of my consciousness. They are whispering things. Telling me that I’m okay, that I’m lucky they found the But I’m not so sure and as they lift my body onto the stretcher, my eyes go straight for the woods up on the hill to meet the gitting eyes of the predator there and the smit that promises that my end is near.
I can’t help myself, I flip him off just for good measure, then fall into the blackness of a peaceful sleep.
PAUL
He’s not talking, I don’t think he’s ever going to start, glaring down at the piece of shit on the table, his body strung up with silver
barbed wire.
I think he will, Domonic says at my side. Maybe Gio will do better at getting him to talk. Who knows, they might even know each
other
koman chuckles, Lord Gio Piccoli is here? Blood spurts from his mouth Perfect. I can spit in his face then.”
“So you do know him, I marma, cringing when my eyes settle on the scars we ve weaved across his body.
Of course I know him. Every shifter in Italy knows of each of the Lords of the five families. But he doesn’t know me.”
Oh, but he does, Domonic snarls, snaking a silver scalpel across the bastard’s flesh.
This torture shit used to make me sick, but with this bastard here before us it doesn’t bother me so much. “Do his balls,” I suggest with a grin and Domonie’s gray eyes darken.
“You doem,” he snaps, tossing me the scalpel.
1 toss it back. “Fuck no
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“It was your idea.”
“It was a bad one. No.
Pussy Domonic barks.
Then I’m a pussy. I’m not touching his halls asshole, I muck, daging ay
“You’re both pussies, Roman stays. “Gee it to me and I do it myself
“Or I can do it,” a voice sounds from the stairwell and I look up to find Cane standing thera
“Have you shifted yet? I ask
Cane grins like the new cat he is and shakes his head to catering down the steps with Gryffin at his back. Not yet. I thought Roman might like to be there for it. Since he’s such a great teacher and all
“What the fuck are you talking about? Roman gurgles, more blood bubbling up from his throat as he struggles to sit up against his bonds Roman’s eyes fix on Cane and toe fear dazzles there for a second. You should be dead.
Cane stickers, No. You should be dead. I should never have been
*
What the fuck does that meant koman staps
Would you mind going the lions in the room a little private time with the mutt? Gryffin asks. We promise not to kill him yet.
Lions? Roman’s eyes go wild. How? What?
My eyes meet Domonic’s just as he nods and the pair of as gaze down at our quarry with the tickly of a smile on our lips. “Sure thing brother, Domonic spit, before kissing his fingers and placing them on the matting rogues forehead. We’ll be back soon, pumpkin. Just you wait. Maybe when they’re done partying with you, you might be more inclined to talk about that night our mother’s died.”
‘I didn’t fill them, he growled “How many times do I have to say it? Yes – I was planning on taking your Luna, but I never even got-
Roman cuts off as Domonic punches him in the jaw. “Oops. I don’t suppose I liked your tone. Maybe work on that before we return.”
“You killed my mother though, didn’t you asshole? Gryffin mars, getting up close and personal for a moment and spitting in Roman’s
face
Roman, for all that he’s worth, has the bad sense to laugh Yeah. And I stuffed the bitch too.”
Oh shit.
I am my back on the sudden sound of a feline snarl that erupts from Gryffin’s lips and race up the stairs with Demonic at my back. We leave the room quickly, not wanting any of the ladies to have to hear anymore than they may already have.
We have a sort of problem” Rainier calls out from the sofa and I have to smile at the activity taking place all around the room. His eyes are fecked on his phone and hes got that sheriff lock in his eye, the one that says he’s being called into work early.
“You know,” I whisper. I don’t think we ve all been in the same house this way since
Since that night, Demonic finishes for me. I know. It feels-
“Good,” I finish for hum, my best friend, and he smiles at me in reflex.
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“Right Bats. It kinda dows, intense saying.
Tham my est catch on Bartlett who is staring wedly one the window at his mate and Donen seting out on the docks and a sudden
What’s this problem? I say, atantly wathing further into the nonn
“Besides that the lines that had hay by the theout is everly laging it ay with sex and Tar in the dining room? He shrugs. The problem is she’s leaving Bartlett says in away. She’s gehang brok
Relax B, Domonic says, coming up behind me. Deaven will talk to her Cove her a chutes?
“Yeab,” Bartlett says, hús nice hopeless. Something tells me it’s not go to matter. She’s already called her facility and agreed
How do you know that? I ack.
Bartlett meets my eye. Because they’ve already tested when and where they wanted her to mess them. Hong with the news that her fance would be picking her up
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