party.” She turned and looked into his eyes. Madison allowed the
seriousness of her position to show through. “I kill people, Troy. I’ve killed
a lot of people. Some of them were Wolves, some were Panthers.”
“You’re trying to scare me away,” Troy said walking over to
where she stood.
She turned to him with glowing red eyes. “My little sister
was hurt, and I slaughtered a club full of Wolves. Your Pack, Troy.”
“They aren’t my anything, Madison,” he argued. When she
turned her back to him, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “It doesn’t
matter what you say. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s because you’ve never seen me in action.” With sharp
movements she wrapped an extra blanket around her waist. “You should be
scared.” Her eyes returned to normal as she fought back tears. “Everyone else
is,” she added in a whisper.
He ignored how tense her frame was and wrapped his arms
around her. He leaned his head on her shoulder and thought of the woman he
first met. She was trying to drown her sorrows, and instead they both ended up
drowning in each other. “I’m not everyone,” he whispered against her skin. He
trailed his lips up to her cheek and wasn’t surprised when he came into contact
with her tears. “Give me a chance Madison,” he whispered.
Instead of answering she turned in his arms and kissed him
passionately. When he didn’t know who and what she was, he treated her like she
was a normal woman. As he stood in front of her, holding on as if he would
never let go, Madison felt her resolve vanish. She pulled her lips away from
his and caressed his face. “I can’t promise you’ll like what you’ll see,” she
confessed.
Troy slowly shook his head. “Doesn’t
matter.”
She stepped out of his embrace, but held on to his hand. “It
will.”
* * *
* *
“Are you sure she’s going to be alright now?” Eric Maxwell asked.
He leaned back in his chair as he spoke on his phone. “Last week we had to keep
her from jumping on one of the interns when they said the boys didn’t look like
her.”
Dylan sighed. “I remember,” she said dryly. She was the one
that had to talk Madison out of her anger. “And I’m hoping that she and Troy
relax and talk things out. As her mate, he should be able to keep her calm.”
Eric snorted as his brother Barry came into his office.
“Madison and calm are two things that don’t really go together.”
“Actually, you’d be surprised.” Dylan shifted the phone for
a moment. “Eric, I have to go. Lacey and the boys are after the ice cream.”
He laughed as she disconnected the call. Knowing the kids,
Aiden and Kayin already had the ice cream and Lacey was gathering the bowls and
spoons. He looked at his guest and continued to chuckle. “The kids wanted ice
cream,” he said as if that explained everything.
Barry frowned as he looked at his watch. “It’s only 8:30.”
“ Which is why Dylan’s running to catch
them. ” Eric shook his head and pulled a file from his desk drawer and
handed it to Barry. “Did Mathias call you about this?” he asked. “That’s what’s
left of three bodies over the past couple of weeks. He doesn’t have a clue what
could have done it.”
Barry nodded as he looked at the images of dried husks. “He
had to pull this now right?” he asked in a mumble. Mathias was the current head
supervisor of the Council they all worked for. It was his job to make sure
Paranormal creatures stayed in line and kept their lives secret from the human
world. Barry was sure he was pulled in because of Mathias couldn’t get his
hands on his usual Necromancers. Victor still had a ban on Madison and Alex,
and Madison’s mentor, Pan, was out of the country. The only other known
Necromancer alive has been off the grid for nearly 30 years. While Barry wasn’t
a Necromancer, he knew enough of the Death Magic to be useful.
Eric smirked as Barry’s frown deepened. He could only guess
at what his
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