Page 77 of Fangs for the Memories
“From what I’ve heard, you’ve been cavorting with something far more disgusting than I ever have. Wolf fucker,” he snarls, his face twisting into a mask of distaste.
I gasp.
“How…”
“How did I know? I have ways,” he says. “And I always get what I want.”
He has me caged. There is nowhere to go. No one is going to hear my cries for help.
But I will fight. I slash out a hand at him. It rings across his cheek, and he slaps me straight back, so damn hard I see stars, and it feels like my eye is going to pop out of its socket as I drop to my knees.
“Little wolf whore,” he spits. “No one gets to have you but me.”
“I think you’ll find she is already taken.” A familiar voice growls.
Ferenc
Idon’t know what this creature is, but he can’t possibly be a male. And the chances of him being alive much longer after he hit my mate are slim to none.
He turns on me with a snarl but only sees my chest before I grab him around his throat and lift.
“Grace?”
I want to get to her, but he is in the way. So, I fling him across the small store and drop to my knees in front of her.
Her cheek is flaming and she is cupping her hand over it.
“Ferenc…what are you doing here?”
“I came for you, kedves.”
“I thought…” Her eyes are filled with tears. They brim over and run down her face. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
She’s in my arms before I even have to think about it.
“Never,” I growl. “You are mine. You will always be mine.”
“Ferenc!” Her eyes widen, and I turn to see the male running at me with what looks like a metal pole. I grab hold of it before he reaches me and jerk it to one side, sending him on yet another arc through the air. This time he hits the front window which shatters.
“Kedves.” I gently tuck her hair behind her ear and trace a thumb as gently as I can over her swollen cheek.
“I have something to tell you,” she says. “Something important.”
“You told me you needed me. That was important enough,” I tell her.
“Something else,” she says.
“Step away from the woman and hold your hands up,” a voice calls out from behind me.
“Fuck,” Grace says under her breath, “he’s called the police.”
“Sir, step away from the woman.”
I sigh deeply, brush my lips over Grace’s, and then extend my hands out to the side, slowly turning to face the ridiculous human police force, all bright yellow and black, like hornets, only without the sting.
“Please,” Grace says, “he was protecting me. From him.” She points to where the other male lies on the ground.
The gaggle of police don’t look convinced. They have sticks raised and one of them holds a taser.
