it.
Great. Paw marks
. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll be fine.” She headed up the stairs, stopping at the bar to get her leather jacket from behind it. She slipped it on and headed to the bathroom. She didn’t see Conall or Sara and was grateful. She could only imagine how the two of them would blow this out of proportion.
She went in search of the women’s bathroom, finding it pretty easily. How could she miss it? It was actually marked “Bitches.” She went in as some females came out. She went to the sink and caught her reflection in the mirror. Except for being a little sweaty, she still looked in control. Good. She slid the jacket off one arm and ran her forearm under the cold water. She winced from the pain, but was thankful the cuts weren’t too deep.
She took paper towels and carefully wiped the wound. She was so intent on what she was doing that it took her several minutes to realize that there was a woman standing behind her. Staring at her.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. The woman seriously resembled Conall . Funny, he never mentioned a sister. But the woman was just staring at her, smirking. And Miki was in a considerably foul mood.
“What?”
“Just trying to figure out what my cousin’s doing with a little midget like you.”
“Maybe you should ask him that. And calling someone a ‘little midget’ is redundant. Midget implies little.” The woman stared at her and Miki couldn’t resist. “I’m sorry, should I speak slower? Perhaps sound words out for you?”
The woman growled at her as Miki slipped her jacket back on. And, being Miki, she just couldn’t leave it alone. “You know there’s no shame in having special needs.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “The short bus can be fun.”
With that last shot, she walked out the door. But the woman clamped her hand around her already wounded arm. Miki let out a pained bark, but it only lasted a second. Because suddenly Conall was there and he lifted the woman up and slammed her against the far wall.
***
“I should tear your throat out.”
“You don’t have the guts, cousin.” Conall growled, his canines extending to deadly points. Then he heard a snarl and felt hands slide under his arms and loop around the back of his neck.
“Let her go or I’ll snap your neck.” Einarr . But Conall was too pissed to let her go. She’d hurt Miki. That was all the wolf in him knew. That was all he needed to know. “Fuck you.” Einarr’s grip tightened as he distantly heard glass breaking. Then he felt Einarr stiffen.
“Let him go or I cut ‘ em off.”
The three Víga-Feilans looked down. Miki was behind Einarr . Crouched low. A broken bottle between his legs and up against his groin.
“What the fuck?” Einarr wasn’t used to women facing off against him. He was big and imposing and used that to his advantage. But clearly, Miki didn’t care. “Let him go.”
“Get the fuck away from me…hey! Cut that shit out!” Conall would have laughed at his cousin’s obvious discomfort if the man hadn’t tightened his grip on his throat. “Miki. Go.”
“No way.” She looked around Einarr’s legs at Conall . “I’m having way too much fun.” She glanced up at Einarr . “You ever seen a horse castrated? I have.” He could smell Einarr’s fear and panic. And he loved it. But he wanted Miki safe.
“Hey, Conall . What’s going on?” His Alphas. He loved how Sara was always so calm. Calm just before she started to really hurt someone.
“Just a little disagreement.”
“Really?” Sara crouched down next to Miki. “ Whatcha doin ’?”
“Playing let’s turn the stallion into a gelding. Of course, in his case I guess it’s really turning a dog into a bitch.” He heard Einarr grunt and knew that Miki was having way too much fun with that broken bottle.
“You know, Mik . We can take it from here.”
“He’s not your Pack, right?”
“Nope.”
“Then as a Texan I have no choice but to help
Great. Paw marks
. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll be fine.” She headed up the stairs, stopping at the bar to get her leather jacket from behind it. She slipped it on and headed to the bathroom. She didn’t see Conall or Sara and was grateful. She could only imagine how the two of them would blow this out of proportion.
She went in search of the women’s bathroom, finding it pretty easily. How could she miss it? It was actually marked “Bitches.” She went in as some females came out. She went to the sink and caught her reflection in the mirror. Except for being a little sweaty, she still looked in control. Good. She slid the jacket off one arm and ran her forearm under the cold water. She winced from the pain, but was thankful the cuts weren’t too deep.
She took paper towels and carefully wiped the wound. She was so intent on what she was doing that it took her several minutes to realize that there was a woman standing behind her. Staring at her.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. The woman seriously resembled Conall . Funny, he never mentioned a sister. But the woman was just staring at her, smirking. And Miki was in a considerably foul mood.
“What?”
“Just trying to figure out what my cousin’s doing with a little midget like you.”
“Maybe you should ask him that. And calling someone a ‘little midget’ is redundant. Midget implies little.” The woman stared at her and Miki couldn’t resist. “I’m sorry, should I speak slower? Perhaps sound words out for you?”
The woman growled at her as Miki slipped her jacket back on. And, being Miki, she just couldn’t leave it alone. “You know there’s no shame in having special needs.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “The short bus can be fun.”
With that last shot, she walked out the door. But the woman clamped her hand around her already wounded arm. Miki let out a pained bark, but it only lasted a second. Because suddenly Conall was there and he lifted the woman up and slammed her against the far wall.
***
“I should tear your throat out.”
“You don’t have the guts, cousin.” Conall growled, his canines extending to deadly points. Then he heard a snarl and felt hands slide under his arms and loop around the back of his neck.
“Let her go or I’ll snap your neck.” Einarr . But Conall was too pissed to let her go. She’d hurt Miki. That was all the wolf in him knew. That was all he needed to know. “Fuck you.” Einarr’s grip tightened as he distantly heard glass breaking. Then he felt Einarr stiffen.
“Let him go or I cut ‘ em off.”
The three Víga-Feilans looked down. Miki was behind Einarr . Crouched low. A broken bottle between his legs and up against his groin.
“What the fuck?” Einarr wasn’t used to women facing off against him. He was big and imposing and used that to his advantage. But clearly, Miki didn’t care. “Let him go.”
“Get the fuck away from me…hey! Cut that shit out!” Conall would have laughed at his cousin’s obvious discomfort if the man hadn’t tightened his grip on his throat. “Miki. Go.”
“No way.” She looked around Einarr’s legs at Conall . “I’m having way too much fun.” She glanced up at Einarr . “You ever seen a horse castrated? I have.” He could smell Einarr’s fear and panic. And he loved it. But he wanted Miki safe.
“Hey, Conall . What’s going on?” His Alphas. He loved how Sara was always so calm. Calm just before she started to really hurt someone.
“Just a little disagreement.”
“Really?” Sara crouched down next to Miki. “ Whatcha doin ’?”
“Playing let’s turn the stallion into a gelding. Of course, in his case I guess it’s really turning a dog into a bitch.” He heard Einarr grunt and knew that Miki was having way too much fun with that broken bottle.
“You know, Mik . We can take it from here.”
“He’s not your Pack, right?”
“Nope.”
“Then as a Texan I have no choice but to help
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