Page 13 of Catch a Tiger

Her boot pressed the body into the ground to keep it from getting any ideas and then she set the head down beside it, making sure he had a good view.

Blood seeped into the snow, making it shift and melt. Steam rose, polluting her beautiful winter with that disgusting smell.

The angel was about to say something else, but she took the handle of her blade with both hands and lifted it high above her head before plunging the sword through his back.

Purposefully missing the heart.

“If you have the right weapon, sink it into the heart andtwist,” she muttered, Kenji’s words keeping her from making the mistake of killing this one too soon.

All that strength in her body was focused on this one task as she forced her blade through his flesh until it had him pinned to the earth he’d been built to protect.

“Blasphemy,” he hissed.

Vix slid her gaze over to the head and grinned. “Wicked even.”

His mouth snapped shut and his eyes narrowed when he saw she wasn’t afraid of him.

Dipping her fingers into the steaming blood that seeped into the earth, torturing this poor forest along with her nasty magic, she stood and left her blade where it was.

Blood dripped as Vix prowled toward him and it was delightful the way he flinched, as if the way she moved through the world disturbed him.

Good, because the waytheymoved through mortal lives like they were disposable had always disturbedher.

The tips of her bloody fingers painted an angel glyph onto his forehead, the movements so familiar she didn’t falter even once as magic tore through her, binding it to his flesh. It lit up like a red beacon to match the one carved into the back of her hand – making the creature roar in pain.

Birds scattered from the trees at the sound of it, and Vix hated him for poisoning this beautiful place.

“Do you feel…mortal?”she asked, the Latin words made all this feel like a dream…as if she were in a trance.

“Who are you?” he demanded, something almost like fear flashing in his eyes.

“You don’t remember?” she asked, relishing the pain that felt like speaking with razor blades in her mouth. “Neither do I.”

His eyes flicked to his body, but it wasn’t going anywhere with an angel blade pinning him to the seal she’d carved into the earth – hidden by all the pretty snow he’druined.

“He took everything from me,” she murmured, reaching out to caress his cheek.

Heavenly fire stared back at her and she grinned down at him, relishing in the familiar sight of wrath.

It never got old.

Wrapping her bloody hand around his hair, she stood with him, holding the head up high so he could see her magic light up the trap she’d built just for his kind. “And I’ll take everything fromhim.”

Chapter 5

Samuel

Samuel was shocked enough by the scene they’d stumbled on that he stood right where he was instead of interfering. The strange horror he could feel connecting them through the bond as they took in the bloodbath before them kept the three of them back and hidden as they tried to figure out what thefuckto do.

Damn Morgan for her cryptic bullshit.

Their mate wasn’t just different, she was a fucking psychopath.

When Morgan had waltzed into his house, telling him their mate wasn’t quite right, he’d thought she might be overreacting – that their mate being impossible for Morgan to see in the past or future was what had scared her.

Now he knew why that littlewitchhad been hoping he wouldn’t need her.

Well, it seemed the day he had to deal with that problem had come a lot sooner than anticipated.

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