Page 29 of Second Shooter

She went to Wellyn, wiped his face, and shook her head. She folded a cold towel and placed it on the back of his neck. She did the same to Atil. He was less shaken up, but he looked at her. “How did you survive?”

“I am a big ol’ bitch. That’s how.” She smiled and held the compress on the back of his neck. “Feeling better?”

“Feeling nervous. It appears that I have a mate that hits harder than I do.”

“What?”

He grinned. “I didn’t think you recognized me. I box for a living.”

“Box?”

“Hit people.”

“Oh, is that fair?”

He laughed. “I use my other form. It’s a little more standard alpha.”

“Got it.”

She walked over to Wellyn and checked on him. “How are you doing?”

“Better.”

“Any tidbits about your occupation?”

“I design and assemble motorcycles, also part-time wrestler.”

“Why were you wearing a suit?”

“Meeting with shareholders.”

Atil piped up. “Meeting with my manager.”

“Oh.”

“You had excellent timing.” He chuckled.

She paused and looked at Wellyn. “Wrestler?”

“I am semi-pro at sumo. It is a lot of fun.” He smiled.

She heard movement and watched as Iris and Brexel helped Oren back inside. “I think I broke him.”

Wellyn got up and swayed. “No, but he was surprised. You are so cheerful that the horrors hadn’t truly occurred to him.”

“I am sorry I yanked you here. I will pay for a cab to get you home if you like.”

Atil stood as well. “You don’t need to get us home. We can manage it. How long will you stay here?”

“Um, until I get used to the height thing. I will take the light Elite with me when I go. I will need to find a house outside the city or something. He stands out.”

Atil nodded. “I understand now why he’s yours.”

“It wasn’t that I wanted a collection, but once they took me, everything spun out into madness.”

Wellyn smiled. “You don’t look a day over twenty-two.”

“Flatterer.”

---