threw Jonas through the door—all because I wanted to help you. All because—”
Her voice cracked, moist eyes threatening to overflow. “And here you are, playing sexy with another human. What the—”
“A better human,” the woman spoke up.
Green magic whipped around Ann. Her eyes rolled with a feline gold. Tim, sensing his subordinate’s shifter magic, gave Stefan a long, assessing stare. He glanced at Sasha before shaking his head and going back in the room.
Ann was just let off the leash. Great.
“This isn’t what you think, Sasha,” Stefan said in a hasty release of words. “Don’t release that spell—”
Sparklers erupted within the wall. Blistering balls of pure black sizzled as they floated around lazily. Any one of them would kill whoever it touched. That kind of magic was extremely hard to control. And it was calmly floating around their heads.
Charles ducked and covered his head. “Sasha, you’re a little unbalanced. I don’t think…”
“Don’t tell a woman she’s unbalanced!” Ann seethed. “Because I will show you unbalanced if she won’t!”
Jonas started forward with powerful, purposeful strides. “Keep that magic off me, human,” he growled. He didn’t balk, even when one of the balls nearly didn’t shift in time. He cut a path to the female wrestling with Stefan’s hands to get closer to his body, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, yanked her away from Stefan, and then tossed her down the hall like a doll. She landed in a pile of limbs.
He turned to Sasha. “Talk this shit out. Kill him after you figure out what’s going on.”
The female got up like a cat who’d just been splashed with water. “You will be punished for your harsh treatment of me!”
Jonas stared at her for a moment. The female’s eyes went wide and her mouth clicked shut. “Have some respect for yourself. You let males—or whoever—rip into your neck. That kind of tear is about disrespect. They might as well have been spitting on you. And yet you claim to be protected? You give all humans a bad name, and that’s saying something. Scamper away. You’re not good enough to be in this circle.”
“Rudy will hear about this!”
“Super. Now go away.”
With trembling lips, the female attempted a glare that didn’t manifest and about-faced, marching away down the hall.
“Sasha doesn’t like when you rough up women, bro. Not the right time to be pouring salt in the wound. Probably better to get a BJ.” Charles scanned the floating orbs, now turning from black to rainbows of color. Stefan had no idea what that meant.
“Tough shit—that broad stunk like sewage. No way was the Boss messing around with that.” Jonas started back toward Tim’s room.
Stefan refocused on the beauty in the middle of the hall. She’d just displayed a raw power and control probably only one or two others in this whole complex could boast. She was young, inexperienced, and naïve, but she was a powerhouse and now she was starting to show it.
How could she ever think he’d be happy with another? She was the only one for him—his match in every way.
“Shall we take this behind closed doors?” Stefan asked quietly.
“Where were you?” Sasha’s lip trembled before her eyebrows dipped low. Soul-crushing pain throbbed through the link, riding echoes of anxiety that said she really had thought he was dead.
“What were you going to do, storm the place?” Stefan asked softly, stepping toward her. Wanting to touch her so bad his hands were shaking. Because he knew she would’ve. She would’ve killed everyone she saw to avenge him.
“I’m not telling you your business, Boss, but I wouldn’t poke the unhinged female…”
“Say unbalanced or unhinged one more time, you jackass!” Ann roared. “One more time. I dare you.”
Charles flinched away from her glare.
“ Move, ” Jonas said, ushering everyone into Tim’s room.
Ann’s finger flashed out. She pushed it into Jonas’ face. “Do
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