Page 65 of Stormbinder King
Her gray eyes were spitting fire and she flipped the dagger around and lunged at me.
“Think you can call my bluff?”
But I didn’t move a fucking muscle, and she stopped less than an inch from my face.
“Bitch,” she spat. “He’ll get bored of you. He’ll always come back to me.”
“Take him,” I said, forcing myself to hold her eyes, even though she towered above me, her silvery blonde braid flicking back and forth. “Go on, take him then.”
She hesitated, a wrinkle of confusion between her perfect brows.
“Take him. I’m not going to fight you.”
Aurelia stepped back, lowered her dagger.
“I will. I’ll take him.”
“Do it then,” I challenged. “If you can, do it. But you can’t, can you? And you fucking know it.”
Her fists clenched at her sides, and I brought my dagger from my pocket.
Had I ever used it against an actual person? No.
Could I use it against an actual person?
“Don’t touch me again,” I bit out, then I turned on my heels and walked away.
There was a man slinking around the Stormbinder tents, looking like he had just taken a piss as he shook a strange angular dick.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
As he stepped into the light, I noticed it was one of the Stonebrewer shifters.
I didn’t like the way the Alpha of this Pack was looking at me. Shifted back into his human form, he was a skinny, brutal-looking man with dark hair.
“You the Stormbinder Luna?”
“No,” I said. “No, I’m not.”
I wasn’t sure if he believed me, but I didn’t like the feel of his eyes on me. Abruptly, I brushed past him and into the canvas tent that had been set up for Jack and I.
I was only in there for a few minutes, when Jack appeared.
He flicked the tent open impatiently, looking more disheveled than usual, and his shirt was open.
Had he been fucking Aurelia? I wondered.
But I didn’t care.
Even the Alpha King claiming me hadn’t broken this cursed bond between us.
Jack pulled me impatiently into his arms, his fingers ravenous.
“Shit, that serpent getting so close to you scared the fuck out of me.”
He began to peel my sticky shirt off, putting a hand on my waist, drawing me closer so he could press our bodies together.
“Are you OK?”
