Were not spouting psychobabble, were trying to keep her healthy, I insisted, sipping from my cup. But youre right. Michaels full of shit. My brother grinned, so I continued. Listening to that MP3 player is the closest shes ever going to get to a normal teenage activity. Well, that and ignoring the advice of her elders.
Youd know.
Bite me, I snapped. But Ethan was right, of course. Id recently begun seeing things from the far side of the generation gap, and the view from the adult side sucks.
How longs it been since she Shifted? Dan asked, reaching for another piece of pizza.
More than two months.
He frowned. Has anyone ever gone that long without Shifting?
I searched my memory, but came up blank as Marc shook his head. No one I can think of.
I wouldnt know. Ethan grinned. Im not one to deny my animalistic urges.
Id probably never heard a more truthful statement.
Speaking of which, any idea what that whole ambush was about? I asked, around a mouthful of Meat Lovers. Ive never seen anything like that before. Not even from Zeke Radley and his Pride. I raised the cup again and drank deeply that time. I was more relaxed now that the alcohol had kicked in, and was determined to enjoy my buzz while it lasted. I thought strays were mostly loners.
Painter sat straighter as all eyes turned his way for verification from our resident expert. Yeah, for the most part. But straysll come together if they have a good reason to, just like anybody else.
Like a common enemy? I asked, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. How had we become that common enemy?
Yeah. Or somethin they wanna know. His cheeks flushed. Like how to fight. To take care of themselves, you know? Like Marcs been teaching me.
And Marc was a fine instructor, if his protégés performance that night was any indication. Painter was damn talented with a hammer.
So, did you know any of those toms we fought? Vic asked, and I heard a thin thread of tension in his voice, though his expression seemed amiable enough.
Not friendly-like. Dan took another bite, but then his chewing slowed to a stop as the reasoning behind the question sank in. He swallowed thickly. I had nothin to do with that. I fought with you guys.
So he had, greatly strengthening our odds. And he could easily have been killed.
But Marcs eyes had gone hard, and his expression sent a chill up my arms, in spite of the hotel heater and my alcohol-induced flush. Dan, did you tell anyone we were coming through tonight? His voice had gone deep and scary, and no one was chewing anymore.
Painter shook his head, eyes wide. Just Ben. Hes interested in Pride politics and wanted to meet you guys. I told him Id introduce him. But he never showed up.
Damn it, Dan! Marc stood in a lightning-fast, fluid motion and kicked an unopened bottle of soda across the room. It crashed into the door and rolled away. You may as well have handed us over bound and gagged. The whole damn ambush was your fault!
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Painters face flushed, and he shook his head vehemently. Ben wasnt there tonight. The stray stood uncertainly, backing away from Marc out of instinct even a human would have understood. He wasnt with the toms we fought.
That doesnt mean he didnt cut my hose, or tell someone else where wed be, Marc growled, advancing on him slowly as we watched. You need to understand something, Dan. You will never be a Pride cat if you dont learn when to keep your mouth shut! With that, he grabbed Painter by the arm, ripped open the hotel door and tossed him out into the parking lot.
Before the door swung shut, I caught a glimpse of Dan as he stumbled across the sidewalk and reached out to steady himself on the hood of the Suburban. He looked shocked, and as disappointed as an orphan at Christmas, still clutching a half-eaten slice of Supreme in one hand as the door slammed in his face.
Will he be okay out there? I asked, as Marc threw the dead bolt and stomped across the carpet toward us.
Who cares if he isnt? Marc folded his legs beneath himself as he dropped to the floor at my side. But his glance at the door gave away his conflict. Painter was a friend, and he clearly hadnt betrayed us intentionally.
Well, I guess that explains why the strays didnt attack him until he took a swing. Ethan wiped a smear of pizza sauce from the corner of his mouth with the back of one hand. Hes their source.
Yeah, but he did take that swing, and he didnt feed them information on purpose, I insisted, glancing from one stony male face to another. He fought alongside us, and even if the strays were inclined to spare him for further use, they wont be now. And theyre probably still out there I let my sentence fade into silent censure, aimed pointedly at Marc.
Hell be fine. Marc grabbed another slice of pizza and tore into it, speaking again only once hed swallowed. If getting rid of him were that easy, Id have done it weeks ago. Hes probably in the front office right now, renting the room next to ours.
The rest of the meal passed as Marc and the other guys got caught up after more than two months apart. After dinner, I checked on Manx to find her curled up asleep with the baby, both of them fully clothed, a paper plate scattered with pizza crusts on the floor beside the bed. I pulled a blanket from the empty bed to cover them, then closed the connecting door on my way out.
Ethan and Vic were already arguing over the remote control, so Marc helped me into my jacket and ripped pants, and we took one half-full box of pizza back to our room.
The door closed at my back, cutting off the biting January cold, and Marcs hands were all over me, warming me everywhere my skin was exposed. Then exposing even more.
My hand opened, and the pizza box thumped to the table. His fingers slid beneath my jacket, pushing it gently down my arms and over the bandaged bite marks. The jacket hit the floor and I stepped over it, then winced and nearly went down when my full weight hit my injured leg.
Marc caught me, then lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled his ripped, bloodstained shirt off one arm at a time, while he supported my back with first one hand then the other. His shirt hit the floor. I nibbled on his collarbone. Four steps later he set me on the edge of the bed, and I let him pull my ruined pants off. His followed quickly as I pulled my tank top over my head and squirmed out of my underwear.
And finally, after months apart, we were alone, with nothing between us but memories and need
Later, I lay next to Marc on the bed farthest from the door, propped up on my right elbow, my chin in my hand. I was bruised all over, and I ached from head to toe after the fight, but I pushed my discomfort aside, determined to focus on Marc for what little time wed have together.
You hate it, dont you? My left index finger traced the long-healed claw-mark scars that had brought him into my life fifteen years earlier, when he was infected by the werecat whod killed his mother. My parents felt responsible for him because he was orphaned and infected in our territory, so my mother nursed him through scratch fever, then my father made him the first and only stray ever accepted into a Pride.
You hate it, dont you? My left index finger traced the long-healed claw-mark scars that had brought him into my life fifteen years earlier, when he was infected by the werecat whod killed his mother. My parents felt responsible for him because he was orphaned and infected in our territory, so my mother nursed him through scratch fever, then my father made him the first and only stray ever accepted into a Pride.
Hate what? His chest rose and sank beneath my hand with each breath, and our mingled scents surrounded me with an almost physical presence. It was intoxicating, just being near him, but the knowledge that his company was only temporary kept me from being truly content.
I ran my fingers over each hard ridge of his stomach. Living here. Surrounded by humans. Marc had lived with us for half of his lifefor all of his life as a werecatuntil my father had been forced to choose between us. Marc was exiled as part of the under-the-table deal that eliminated execution as a possible sentence at my hearing.
Marc went willingly. He would do nothing to endanger my life, even if it meant living without me. But that was proving every bit as hard as wed known it would be. Marc hadnt lived among humans since the day he was scratched, and had, in fact, ceased thinking like one around the same time. He no longer knew how to relate to humans, which probably frustrated him even more than it would a Pride cat, considering hed been born among their ranks.
He shook his head slowly, as if considering. I dont hate it. It does no good to hate something you cant change.
How very Zen of you. I smiled skeptically at his unusual display of composure, because we could change his location. As soon as my fathers position on the council was secure, I would do whatever it took to get Marc back into the south-central Pride.
But in the meantime Have you made any friends? Other than Dan Painter?
I dont need friends, he insisted, turning his head to grin up at me. I just need you to visit more often.
Unfortunately, we both knew that was impossible, especially now.
My father had hired Brian TaylorEd Taylors youngest son, and Carissas brotherto help pick up the slack when hed been forced to exile Marc. Brian was a year my junior, which made him the youngest enforcer on the payroll. But he was also a quick learner, and eager to impress his new Alpha and earn the respect of his fellow toms. In short, the kid had real potential.
Still, he didnt have anywhere near the experience Marc had, so while we werent technically shorthanded, neither were we truly running at max capacity. Id been temporarily paired with Vic, my fathers right-hand man now that Marc was gone, and we were always working. Always. Patrolling the territorial boundaries, chasing down trespassers, teaching my fellow enforcers the partial Shiftafter Marc mastered it, Jace and Vic picked it up quicklyand working with Kaci during every spare moment.
But this particular moment was mine. Ours.
Im here now. I laid my palm flat on Marcs chest, so I could feel as well as hear his heart beat in sync with my own.
So you are He rose to kiss me, and I lay back on the pillow, sighing when his delicious weight pressed me into the mattress. I arched my neck and let my hands wander his torso as his mouth trailed over my chin and down my throat. Every hard plane on his body was as familiar to me as my own face. I knew how hed gotten each scar, and at one time or another Id tasted them all.
Maybe we could take an extra day, I murmured into his ear, rubbing his thigh with my knee as I wrapped my good leg around him. Surely full-scale attack and a slashed radiator hose warrant a bit of a delay.
Somehow I doubt the council will see it that way. His right hand slid up the back of my thigh, then cupped my rear, shifting me gently into position.
Screw the council I whispered, not surprised to hear my voice go hoarse with all-new need. One romp wasnt enough to alleviate the ache of a two-month absence. That would take many, many
Three brisk knocks on the door drenched the moment like a dunk in an ice-cold pond.
Marc sighed, and collapsed on top of me for a moment before rolling off to search for his pants. Hang on! he growled, as the knocking started again.
Dont let me interrupt my brother called through the door. Ill just stand out here and freeze my balls off while you two get reacquainted. No hurry.
Damn it, Ethan! I stepped into my underwear, one hand on the pressboard bedside table for balance as I favored my injured leg. Then I pulled my tank top over my head and tugged it into place, already hopping toward the entrance as Marc zipped his pants. He settled onto the end of the bed with a sigh, and motioned for me to go ahead.
I slid the chain free and twisted the dead bolt, then jerked open the door to find my youngest brother grinning at me, hands stuffed into the pockets of a jacket much too thin to ward off the biting January cold. I swear, you two have no self-control. Youre like animals.
Asshole. But I couldnt summon real malice, knowing he wouldnt have interrupted us without a good reason. I tried to step aside and let him in, but I wasnt fast enough. Ethan brushed past me into the warmth of the bedroom, and I stumbled back. My weight hit my injured leg and I hissed, then fell on my ass with all the poise of a hippo en pointe.
Ethan just kicked the door shut and hauled me up by one arm, even as I heard Marc rise from the bed behind me. Way to go, Grace. Then my brother frowned as his gaze settled on the three parallel rows of stitches on my thigh, and the bandages still circling my ankle. Why havent you Shifted? You should be half-healed by now.
Im fine. I hopped along as he led me toward a chair. And I will Shift. I justhavent had a chance yet. I snuck a glance at Marc and smiled. Shifting into cat form can accelerate healing by as much as several days, as the body tears itself apart, then puts itself back together in another form. But Shifting while injured is far from comfortable, and it wasnt at the top of my to-do list, especially considering all the other, more pleasurable ways to amuse myself in Marcs company.
Uh-huh. Ethan rolled his eyeslike he was one to criticizeand turned from me to Marc, who watched us solemnly, waiting for whatever news the messenger bore. Jace and Brian just loaded eight dead cats into the back of the van, and left seven more still unconscious.
They would drive the corpses back to the ranch to be destroyed in the industrial incineratorthe type most farmers used to dispose of dead livestock.
We used it to get rid of evidence. Though wed never had quite so much to dispose of at once before.
Marc arched both brows. Only seven unconscious? Several must have wandered off on their own. And two more had died since wed left them.
Sounds about right. Damn, that was some brawl.
It was a fucking ambush. Marc dropped into the chair opposite mine and pulled the bottle of Absolut forward. In the ten years I worked for your dad, I never once saw that many strays in league. This gang was several times the size of Radleys, and they meant business.
Ethan flipped open the pizza box and picked up the largest remaining slice. So you think they were after Manx?