Page 86 of Fangs for the Memories
I march over to the door, despite Lucy shaking her head at me, and open it.
Dominik, far larger than the life he doesn’t have, is standing in the hallway, holding Ferenc’s guards one under each arm.
“Let them go,” I command.
He heaves out a sigh and releases both, who go into attack mode.
“Stop,” I growl. “Wait.”
To my enduring surprise, they obey me, partially shifted, with fangs and claws outstretched. Both of them don’t take their eyes away from my face.
“It’s okay. He’s a…friend,” I say, far calmer than I feel. “You want some breakfast?”
I swear, if they’d shifted their tails, they would be wagging.
“Yes, mistress,” the slightly larger of the two, Lazlo, says. His friend, Sándor, who has yet to speak to me, also nods.
“You have the touch,” Dominik intones.
“Yeah? And you shouldn’t break into people’s homes. I thought vampires had to be invited?” I spit at him as I usher the huge werewolves down the hall and into Lucy’s kitchen.
“I was,” I hear him call out as I shut the door.
Whatever is going on, I need a distraction. Which means I find myself, despite feeling like absolute crap, frying up bacon, sausages, and eggs for my two new friends who watch my every move, even while they both eat their way steadily through a packet of cereal, sloshing on the milk as the other pours it out.
I am going to owe Lucy big time once this is all over, and as my shop is trashed, not that it belongs to me anyway, I don’t know exactly how I’m going to repay her.
I let the tears trickle down my face with my back to the rest of the kitchen, attempting to concentrate on not wanting to throw up and not wanting to burn anything.
At least until I hear a whine behind me.
Both Lazlo and Sándor look like they’re under a significant strain.
“We are here to protect you,” Lazlo says. “But you are distressed and we cannot help.”
“I’m going to be absolutely fine.” I dash away the tears and flip out the cooked meat and eggs onto plates in front of the pair. “Absolutely fine.”
They both gaze at me with their big, dark werewolf eyes.
“Ferenc will be proud of you for being such good protectors,” I add.
“Yes, I will,” he growls from behind me. “Even if you have my mate cooking for you.”
“Ferenc!” I can’t see from the tears which course down my face. All I can make out is the huge black shape stood in Lucy’s kitchen and filling it up. “How did you find me?”
Strong arms are wrapped around my body, lifting me into the air as a pair of lips hits mine in a kiss which takes all of my breath all at once.
“How could I not find you, kedves? You are my fated one and I will always come for you.”
He smells of citrus and something else, something musty, but I don’t care because he’s here, in the flesh, and I am never, ever letting him go again.
Grace
If I thought things might be easier with Ferenc, I was wrong. The second Dominik opens the door into the kitchen, all hells break loose.
Lazlo and Sándor leap to defend and protect. Ferenc starts snarling loud enough to wake the dead, all in a room in which I can actually touch each wall with my arms outstretched.
It is not ideal.
