Page 96 of Her Rabid Beasts

“Hey, that was mine!” she says in outrage. Her cheeks are bright pink, but I can’t read her aura. I haven’t been able to for months. Yeti’s energy, however, pulses pink the same colour as Minnie’s hair, then red, then green.

“Didn’t look like you wanted it.”

She glares at him with all her might, little fists clenched tightly in her lap.

“What are you doing here alone?”

“None of your business,animus.”

“So that’s how it is.” Yeti’s eyes roam over her. With his pupils blown out, he doesn’t miss any detail. This power pulses grey.

Minnie presses her lips together.

“Think you’re gonna kill me with that stare?”

“Maybe.”

“Won’t work. Your eyes are too pretty.”

“Screw you.”

“I wish.”

Minnie scoffs and shifts in her seat.

Yeti stuffs the rest of the cupcake into his mouth, staring Minnie down as he chews. The tigress just glares back at him, never breaking eye contact. Heat dances between them—and a surprising amount of lust. “You owe me a cupcake now.”

Yeti’s voice suddenly turns so vicious it’s half feral. “I’ll give you five hundred fucking cupcakes if you tell me which motherfucker stood you up tonight.”

Minnie flushes and she breaks eye contact to play with the pink glitter phone Aurelia demanded we give her. But Yeti is nothing if not ruthless. Quick as a whip, he lashes out and snatches the phone right out of her hand. Minnie yelps, but can’t do anything as Yeti scrolls through what’s probably her messaging app.

His face becomes increasingly enraged and even if I can’t see the violence in plumes of black and grey with my special sight, my dragon can feel it rolling off him. Suddenly, he puts down the phone, crosses his large arms and stares at Minnie, his mouth forming a hard line.

She’s bright red like she’s been caught doing something wrong and snaps viciously, “What?”

Slowly, the Siberian tiger stands, unfurling all six foot five inches. He extends a hand to her in offer.

“No!” Minnie says incredulously.

He gives her back the phone and puts two hands on the table, leaning across into her personal space. Most animas might be frightened by this show of overt dominance, but Minnie, the stupid kit, actually licks her lips. I might have laughed if this wasn’t so interesting.

“Then,kitten,” growls Yeti, “go back to your dorm.” A direct order from the order leader of the felines at this school can’t be denied by one of his own, and there’s nothing but pure command in his voice.

Any other feline would be running.

But Minnie just sits there and I chuckle under my breath at the look of confusion and anger mixed on her round face. Just when I think she’s going to obey, as she should, she crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at him.

“No,you oversized snow cat,” she sneers. “Yougo back to your dorm and pretend you didn’t see anything here.” She gestures to her phone.

They stare at each other, neither one of them backing down. The largest tiger in the academy versus the smallest.

To my giant fucking surprise, Yeti straightens. Heat rolls off him in arousal and Scythe makes an amused noise. Yeti runs a hand over his clean-shaven jaw before stalking out of the cafe and down the cobblestoned path… clearly going back to his dorm… as ordered.

Well, I’ll be.

“That’s… rather interesting,” I murmur, glancing over at Scythe.

My shark brother is clinically focused on Minnie, like she’s a particularly interesting type of starfish.

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