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and she knew he murdered your grandmother. Anyone vicious enough to kill his own mate isn’t fit for living. My brother and I are protecting you and your sister.”
“Oh good.” She tried to pull out of his hold again but he refused to release her arms. “I’d hate to meet a GarLycan. They sound awful, if they drink blood from women and force them to be their lovers.”
“Damn it, woman! You don’t believe me.” His blue eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a grim line. “What would it take to convince you?”
“You could let me go. I’d feel less threatened that way.”
He released her and backed away. “I’ll spank your ass if you run.”
She believed that part. “Your fascination with my ass isn’t healthy, you know. I’m apparently already taken. My lover-to-be might beat you with his walking stick or toss his dentures at you if you put your gorilla-sized hands on that region of my body.”
Anger darkened his features. “You’re a menace!”
“At least I’m sane!”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
Her gaze slowly examined him, from the top of his head down to his large feet. “So you’re half Vampire and half Werewolf?”
“We prefer the term Lycan.”
“I’m sorry. I’d hate to insult you.” She took a few deep breaths and her body tensed—right before she lunged.
She barely made it a few yards before he spun her, grabbed her waist, and hauled her off her feet, and then she slammed against his body when he adjusted his hold so both arms secured her tight to his tall frame. Her feet dangled off the ground and she glared at his face inches from her own.
“Put me down, you big ape!”
“I’m a VampLycan.”
“You’re a nutjob!”
He snarled and the sound terrified her. He had to be one of those insane people who honestly believed his fantasy world, to learn how to make such frightening noises. She wondered if he practiced making them in front of a mirror but wasn’t about to ask.
“Please put me down.” She didn’t struggle, afraid he’d hurt her. He was strong enough to do it.
“Don’t run.”
“I won’t,” she lied, staring into his eyes.
He eased his hold enough that she slid down his front, feeling every powerful inch of him. It figured he had to be as big as he was, stronger than most men. It scared her. What if he decided his Vampire side wanted to suck her blood? She shivered and stepped away as soon as he allowed it. She sat on a nearby rock.
“I’m sure you have questions.” He crouched close enough to grab her if she tried to flee a second time.
“Not really.” She hated the feel of dirt between her toes. She couldn’t exactly run around barefoot. “I take that back. Where are my shoes and purse?”
He glared. “You still don’t believe me.”
“Sure, I do,” she lied. “Truth is in the mind of the listener. You have yours and I have mine. I heard what you said. I’m the future snuggle-bunny of some old rock pile who howls at the full moon. Now, what about my things?”
“Forget the goddamn shoes and your stupid purse. I left them at the camp, woman,” he rasped. “You’re pushing my limit on patience.”
He’d already pushed hers way past that point. Though she guessed him calling her woman, rather than a bitch, was an improvement.
They studied each other, saying nothing. He straightened. She watched him pace the clearing. She glanced around the woods, looking for any sign of her sister, every time he turned his back to her. She’d wait until his lunatic brother showed up with Dusti before they escaped. They’d somehow have to find the crash site on their own, while ditching the crazy brother duo.
He began building a fire pit with rocks. She had to admire his survival skills, if not his mental stability. He seemed to know what he was doing. Kraven walked a short distance into the woods but quickly returned carrying broken branches. He whipped out a lighter from his pocket and started a fire.
Meanwhile, Bat’s gaze
“Oh good.” She tried to pull out of his hold again but he refused to release her arms. “I’d hate to meet a GarLycan. They sound awful, if they drink blood from women and force them to be their lovers.”
“Damn it, woman! You don’t believe me.” His blue eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a grim line. “What would it take to convince you?”
“You could let me go. I’d feel less threatened that way.”
He released her and backed away. “I’ll spank your ass if you run.”
She believed that part. “Your fascination with my ass isn’t healthy, you know. I’m apparently already taken. My lover-to-be might beat you with his walking stick or toss his dentures at you if you put your gorilla-sized hands on that region of my body.”
Anger darkened his features. “You’re a menace!”
“At least I’m sane!”
“I’m telling you the truth.”
Her gaze slowly examined him, from the top of his head down to his large feet. “So you’re half Vampire and half Werewolf?”
“We prefer the term Lycan.”
“I’m sorry. I’d hate to insult you.” She took a few deep breaths and her body tensed—right before she lunged.
She barely made it a few yards before he spun her, grabbed her waist, and hauled her off her feet, and then she slammed against his body when he adjusted his hold so both arms secured her tight to his tall frame. Her feet dangled off the ground and she glared at his face inches from her own.
“Put me down, you big ape!”
“I’m a VampLycan.”
“You’re a nutjob!”
He snarled and the sound terrified her. He had to be one of those insane people who honestly believed his fantasy world, to learn how to make such frightening noises. She wondered if he practiced making them in front of a mirror but wasn’t about to ask.
“Please put me down.” She didn’t struggle, afraid he’d hurt her. He was strong enough to do it.
“Don’t run.”
“I won’t,” she lied, staring into his eyes.
He eased his hold enough that she slid down his front, feeling every powerful inch of him. It figured he had to be as big as he was, stronger than most men. It scared her. What if he decided his Vampire side wanted to suck her blood? She shivered and stepped away as soon as he allowed it. She sat on a nearby rock.
“I’m sure you have questions.” He crouched close enough to grab her if she tried to flee a second time.
“Not really.” She hated the feel of dirt between her toes. She couldn’t exactly run around barefoot. “I take that back. Where are my shoes and purse?”
He glared. “You still don’t believe me.”
“Sure, I do,” she lied. “Truth is in the mind of the listener. You have yours and I have mine. I heard what you said. I’m the future snuggle-bunny of some old rock pile who howls at the full moon. Now, what about my things?”
“Forget the goddamn shoes and your stupid purse. I left them at the camp, woman,” he rasped. “You’re pushing my limit on patience.”
He’d already pushed hers way past that point. Though she guessed him calling her woman, rather than a bitch, was an improvement.
They studied each other, saying nothing. He straightened. She watched him pace the clearing. She glanced around the woods, looking for any sign of her sister, every time he turned his back to her. She’d wait until his lunatic brother showed up with Dusti before they escaped. They’d somehow have to find the crash site on their own, while ditching the crazy brother duo.
He began building a fire pit with rocks. She had to admire his survival skills, if not his mental stability. He seemed to know what he was doing. Kraven walked a short distance into the woods but quickly returned carrying broken branches. He whipped out a lighter from his pocket and started a fire.
Meanwhile, Bat’s gaze
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