Lured (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 4)

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but you should hear the things she said to me.”
                  “She’s never nice in the morning,” Lilly said and then, glanced at me, “You should get a shower.  Aurora will take a while.” 
                  I nodded as I rose and walked to the bathroom.  Only a knock at the front door made me pause before getting into the shower.  Tamas’ voice came to me causing my stomach to flip. 
                  “Don’t leave her alone for a moment while at the shops,” he said, sternly, “I do not put it past Eli to kidnap her.  He tried it with Lilly and Garridan tried it with Aurora.  Keep her safe.”
                  “You already like her, don’t you?” Mirella said with a teasing lilt to her voice. 
                  I held my breath as I waited for his answer, “I do,” he said quietly, “I really do.” 
                  I smiled to myself as he continued, “Keep her safe,” he said before giving a pregnant pause before he spoke again, “If something happens to her, you will have to answer to me.”
                  “I’m not afraid of you,” Mirella said, laughing, “But she’ll be safe.”
                  “She better be,” He said in a voice that threatened danger.
                  Then, the door closed and Mirella, Lilly and my mother broke out into giggles.  I smiled as I got into the shower, suddenly wide awake and ready for my day of shopping.
    *********
                  It turned out that Tamas had no reason to worry.  No one attacked me or tried to kidnap me while we shopped.  We never saw a Grey wolf or even sensed them near.  Still, I was not left alone even to change. Perhaps that had something to do with it.  There was no opportunity to take me especially with Mirella as my constant companion.  By the time we finished, I was exhausted but happy and still safe. 
                  The dress I chose was ivory with a lace covered bodice.  Bands of lace were the only sleeves and they fell off of my shoulders. The top layer of fabric draped over the belled skirt and was also made of lace but opened in the front to display the satin beneath.  It was beautiful and made me feel beautiful.  As a bonus, it also covered the scar that Eva had given me.  I wanted no memory of her on my wedding day. 
                  I was still daydreaming of the dress on the way home when Mirella tensed beside me.  An audible gasp escaped Aurora’s lips as Sophia stopped the car so quick I jolted forward and was only saved from hitting my face on the seat in front of me by the seatbelt.  I glanced out of the windshield as my eyes widened.  A girl stood in front of the car supporting a woman who didn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds.  Her blonde hair was thin and stringy and her eyes were a dull blue.
                  “Momma,” Aurora said as she reached to open the door.  Sophia stopped her by grabbing her arm.
                  “It could be a trap,” Sophia said, frowning as she glanced out of the windshield at the woman who was her friend.
                  Tears flowed down Aurora’s cheeks, “I don’t care.”
                  Sophia frowned, “It’s not just you in this car, Aurora,” she said, in a stern voice, “It’s your sister and Mary Jane who are both pregnant as well as Mirella, Nadia and myself.  We’re your family too.”             
                  Aurora’s hand moved from the handle as she stared at Sophia with tears streaming down her face, “But my mother,” she said and glanced at her again.
                  Sophia pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number, “I’m calling Ion,” she said, “He’ll make sure she’s safe.”
                  I turned back to the girl and the woman I now understood to be Fiona.  My

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