Page 85 of Wings of Betrayal

There’s a thump, and a big, stocky male sits down on the stool next to me. “Don’t see females like you around here often…”

Grazen glares at him. “Leave. Now.”

The male raises his hands and backs off. But it’s not long before another one sits down in his place.

Grazen leans in close and whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. “We need to get you out of here.”

“No! I’m having fun. For once. Another, please!” I call out before finishing the one I still have.

I wobble on my barstool, almost falling off again, and the male next to me grabs me around my waist and pulls me into his lap.

“That’s better,” he says in my ear, and I elbow him in his stomach.

“Let go of me!” I yell.

Grazen grabs my arm and pulls me off him. “Fuck off,” he warns the other male. “We’re leaving. Now.”

“All right, then, big guy.” I giggle.

He scoops me into his arms and tries to carry me out of the bar, but several males step in front of him, blocking his way.

“I don’t think she wants to leave yet,” one of them says.

I can’t help but laugh, and Grazen glares down at me. I stop, pretending to zip my mouth shut.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think. Move. Now,” he orders.

They don’t, and Grazen sets me down and positions me behind him. Then he cracks his head to the side, clicking his thick neck, and then charges at the males. He tackles two of them down to the floor before jumping up and punching the third one in the face.

Gods above, he’s strong. Who the hell is this male?

The other two watchers attempt to fight him, but it’s pointless. He punches each of them only once, knocking them down for good before grabbing me around the tops of my legs and hauling me over his shoulder.

“We’re leaving. Now.” He then storms out of the bar, releases wings, and lifts off into the sky.

I stare at the beautiful glowing symbols covering his wings, the last thing I remember before I black out.

I blink my eyes open and immediately sit up. I’m in a large room, with pale floor-length curtains drawn over a window, and I’m in a huge bed with dark sheets.

Where the hell am I? I leap out of the bed and find I’m wearing nothing but a baggy black T-shirt. My daggers are nowhere to be seen. I search for them, lifting random papers covering various surfaces around the room, and then check under the bed.

“Looking for these?”

I jump at the male’s voice and get to my feet. It’s him. The male from last night. Grazen. Holding my daggers.

“Those are mine.” I grit my teeth and build my powers, ready to use them if needed.

He smirks and slips them into the holsters on his waistband. His gaze traces me from head to toe, and I fold my arms to cover myself up. Epic fail.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says in an amused tone, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Don’t you think I would have by now if I were going to? You’ve been sleeping here all night, unharmed.”

Okay, he has a point. I tug on the bottom of the T-shirt, willing it to grow in length. Which, of course, it won’t.

“Suits you.” He says, stifling a laugh.

“Why did you undress me?” I ask. “And where the hell am I?”

He leans against the doorway. “First, you’re welcome. Second, you were sick, so I took your dirty clothes off to wash them and dressed you in my T-shirt. And to answer your last question, you’re at my place. Obviously.”

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