Page 110 of Bite of Sin

His lips brushed my hair. “I told you I’d find you. Ready to come home?”

“I’m not going with you,” I hissed, panic clutching every part of me.

Zan ignored me. “Viggo.”

Warner was darting across the room, going for one of the guns we had in a kitchen drawer, but Viggo raced past us, getting to Warner right when he pulled the gun out. Paul was already disappearing into the bedroom, and he slammed the door shut.

“Stop,” I screamed when Viggo threw his fist into Warner’s jaw.

Warner tried raising the gun to shoot, until Viggo wrapped his fingers around Warner’s wrist, pushing his arm upward. Zan’s hold tightened around my waist, keeping me in place.

“Pax, get the asshole who went and hid,” Zan said quietly.

Pax strode across the small room, sliding past Viggo and Warner. He rammed his shoulder into the bedroom door hard enough for it to splinter. He did it one more time, making the door crash open. Pax disappeared into the room, and the next sound was Paul shouting. Viggo and Warner were fighting for the gun, and even though Warner was holding his own, his strength was nothing compared to Viggo’s.

“If you want her to stay alive, you better do what my brother wants,” Zan warned loudly.

Warner fell still when he saw me in Zan’s hold, his eyes darkening when his gaze dropped to my neck. Viggo ripped the gun from Warner’s hand before quickly emptying it of the wooden bullets and tossing the weapon onto the counter.

Keep me alive?I might not trust Zan, but I was confident he didn’t want me dead. Not after everything he’d done. Something I planned to voice until Zan’s grip on my throat tightened in warning. His head dropped next to mine again.

“Not a word, Kali,” he ordered under his breath. “Not if you want him to walk out of here.”

Rage filtered through my panic, and I twisted my neck as far as I could to glare at him. He met my eyes for a split second, his face unreadable before he focused back on Warner.

“Let her go,” Warner gritted out.

A mocking grin tipped up Viggo’s lips as he slung an arm around Warner, forcing him across the room.

“Look at you,” Viggo taunted. “Freedom suits you. But if you try anything, I’m throwing you back into a cage.”

“Fuck you,” Warner snarled, trying to wrestle out of Viggo’s hold.

“Sit,” Viggo ordered sharply, pushing Warner toward a chair at the table.

Warner rigidly sank into the seat, glaring daggers at Viggo, who stayed standing beside him. My attention went to the other side of the cabin when Pax appeared in the bedroom doorway, holding Paul by the back collar of his shirt. Paul was yelling curses, fighting against Pax’s hold.

“I know you,” Zan drawled. “One of Garrett’s guys. I warned you of what would happen before you started using that stake on me. Should have fucking listened.”

“Does he know about you?” Pax asked, throwing Paul to the floor in front of the table where Warner was sitting.

“Yes.”

“How?” Paul spat out, climbing back to his feet. “Vampires can’t walk in the sun.”

“Most vampires can’t,” Viggo corrected him. “We’re a bit different. Although, you already know that from torturing Zan, don’t you?”

I frowned in confusion but couldn’t look at Zan like I wanted because of the grip he had on my throat. Warner stayed quiet, his murderous gaze darting between Zan and Viggo. Pax grabbed Paul by the hair, forcing him to his knees. Ice rushed through my veins as the atmosphere shifted, the tension rising as Viggo stepped forward, ready to help Pax if needed.

“You helped hurt my brother?” Pax asked, his voice low.

“He deserves worse,” Paul snapped. “You all do.”

Pax’s laugh was cruel, something I hadn’t heard from him before. “Probably. But that’s not going to change what happens next.”

Paul craned his neck to glare at me. “You bitch. You told them where we were.”

“Watch it,” Zan growled. “You’re in no position to talk to her like that.”

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