Page 104 of Claimed By Blood

“I’ve really got to go…” I weave around him, ignoring his growl of frustration as I trail our girl into the plane.

Evie needs me to be her white knight, and that trumps whatever he’s going on about.

Of course, she wouldn’t need a white knight if I hadn’t set the prank in the first place… Eh. Semantics.

I snatch her out of Draven’s arms with a grin. “You don’t get to run off with her and trap her in your lair until sunrise,” I call over my shoulder as I carry her over to the sofa. “Sharing is caring, D.”

The vampire narrows his eyes at me, and I wink down at Evie, who doesn’t react.

“I’m much cuddlier than he is,” I promise. “It’s the lack of knives poking out everywhere.”

An unforgiving hand traps my shoulder. “What have you done this time, wolf-boy?” Draven demands.

“Moi?” I turn my best innocent smile on him. “What makes you think I’ve done—”

A loud thump cuts me off, followed by an irate: “Fuck!SILAS!!”

Oh shit. I guess Frost found the trap first.

Draven’s lips curl upwards in a cold, calculating smirk as the fuming ghoul storms from the bedroom.

“Care to explain why you rigged the mattress to collapse beneath me?” he says, arms crossed over his chest.

I offer him my best guilty expression. “In my defence, I rescued Evie.”

Yes, I’m aware I’m holding her between us like a shield, so I suppose it’s no surprise when Frost slips his arms around her and steals her away.

“Fix the damned bed.”

“Yes, Alpha. Whatever you say, Alpha.”

Offering him a grinning salute—because his purple-faced glower isalmostas hilarious as Draven’s colourful death threats—I hasten back down the aisle to undo my mischief, only to snort as I see the destruction Frost’s ass has caused.

The puff of air against my neck makes me jump out of my skin.

“Try to fuck with my sleep one more time, lycan.” Draven’s voice is soft like silk, but I don’t want to turn around and see the cold, dead look in his eyes. “And I’ll turn your pelt into a nice fur coat for Evie’s Christmas present.”

I whirl, but he’s already gone.

Creepy bastard.

By the time I fix the bed, the jet is taxiing onto the runway. I enter the cabin and take my seat, frowning in confusion when I note Morwen and Mia’s absence.

“Wait… where’s…?”

Vane pins me with a glower. “Without anyone else to object, our sister is accompanying Morwen to Alexandria, where they’ll take a boat to Greece so they can investigate the Greek witches.”

Greek witches? That’s a new one. No doubt Mia is enjoying the chance to get out from under Vane’s constant supervision. The poor girl has been grumbling about being under his watch since we left New York.

At least Vane gave up on trying to mother-hen me pretty early on in our lives. Good thing too. If he’d worried about me like he always has over her, he’d probably have suffered an aneurism by now. As a kid, I found every single piece of trouble a young boy could, and then some.

Mia, on the other hand, spent her teenage years in the shadow of what happened with Isla and our mother. When other girls were going out and enjoying themselves, she was mourning a parent and a sister and dealing with suddenly finding herself packless.

All of which made Vane more overprotective than ever.

The last few centuries apart have probably given her some much needed space from our older brother.

“We’re headed for the Old Country,” he continues. “To chase up Evie’s ancestors.”

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