Page 20 of Brandy Snap: Part Two
My alpha was already swelling up as pure fucking fury whipped through him, curling around me like lava, my hands shaking at the fierceness of it.
Even without Caspian’s rage, seeing someone touching Brandy without my permission had my heart stuttering.
Big fucking mistake.
The main reason I’d gone over to Cas was to ask him if anything shifty had happened to Brandy, which would explain why her ears were bright pink and swollen, since he couldn’t take his fucking eyes off of her all night. But he hadn’t known either.
I sighed happily as Caspian rolled up his sleeves, and I gently extracted a hairpin at his signal.
Yeah, the Hiscoxes slobbering all over Camille was pretty shit and all, but it was just because she was doing her trembling act.
Sin was busy manoeuvring Lord Langlee away from Lily so he didn’t hit on her and end up getting kicked in the balls like last month. So, really, there was nothing to hold us back. I mean, maybe we were supposed to be on good behaviour because ofour deal to protect Camille, but if Cas was getting ready to go, I wasn’t missing out.
He must have told his employees guarding the party to stand back, because they were watching us closely without making a move to help.
Brandy stared at us both wide-eyed, and I wished the bond was still in place so I could feel whatever the fuck was going on with her. I’d already caught jealousy splashed over her face when Sin was introducing his sister. But how ugly would she look when she saw how Camille and Cas really were together?
I threw Brandy a wink to let her know I was watching her and her fake worry. It pissed me off to no end that I went all happy and gooey inside when she’d relaxed for me. Like I’d fucking reassured her.
“No, no,” I cut back to the Hiscoxes, casually spinning my hair pin between two fingers. “Please, don’t stop on our account. I was enjoying the part where you said we couldn’t take care of our mate.”
“Don’t fucking start with us, Risler. You know you can’t do shit about it,” the shorter one growled.
I’d never bothered to learn their names. All I knew was that there were three of them and they were all cunts.
“Well, now, this is interesting,” I hummed, tapping my hairpin against my bottom lip. “I thought Zania would have told you about our little agreement with her about finding ourselves a mate. But judging from how confused you look, I’ll take that as a no.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” the taller one snapped.
“What’s the verdict?” Caspian asked, completely ignoring the tall Hiscox’s question. Sleeves fully rolled, thick muscles creaking under his strained shirt. He swelled beside me, his wide chest like a battering ram ready to take them down.
Amusement curled through me. “I think we’ve got two pissheads here who have overstepped their fucking bounds,” I purred. “And it sounds like someone needs reminding of their place.”
Camille’s face filled with tension as my mate growled, her face blooming into fear as Caspian sized up the Hiscox holding her hostage.
It was like she’d totally forgotten that the alpha could snap her boney arm with one clench of his hand.
And that lovely darkness took over Brandy again as she saw the way they looked at each other. It was way sexier than those angry glares and soft looks she’d given me the last time we were at one of these fucking parties.
Caspian moved forward. His aura thudded as his foot hit the floor, a sharp beat of energy slicing through us, and the Hiscoxes visibly flinched.
“Let her go,” Caspian said, all dark and low, just how I liked it.
He stepped in front of Camille, and her light intake of breath said everything as she vanished from my sight.
Then it was a line of Brandy, Camille, and two Hiscoxes, their backs to the wall as Caspian loomed over them.
I almost wiggled in excitement at the showdown as I glided in next to Cas.
“I said step the fuck back.” Caspian’s voice cracked through the air like a fucking whip. “Get your hands off of her.”
“She’s our mate,” the taller pisshead said.
“Camille would only be your mate if we couldn’t find a female omega. And we’ve got our omega, so back the fuck off.”
I hated that it took me a moment to figure out he was talking about our dear Brandy and not the little omega looking up at my alpha like he was her one and only.
The short Hiscox barked a laugh. “You can hardly call her your mate when she’s a fucking Knottinghill—”
