Ignoring the calls and hurried steps behind her, Wave marched up the steps.She made it to the hallway and turned toward the front door.Hellion stood in the way, holding up a placating hand.Blocking her in.
“Wayla—”
“Move,” she snarled.She was getting out of this house, now.
“Wayla, please.Let me explain,” Hellion tried again, still not moving.Jarred was closing in from behind, and she was starting to feel boxed in.
Caught.
She would not be captured ever again.
Memories she had ignored for years surged up and, if that wasn’t enough, her siren was firmly awake.Ready to kill, or fuck.All the male power swirling around her was nothing like she had dealt with before.Not like this.She would rather face down angry Lucifer than deal with this.
They were handsome devils, the lot of them.Yes, she had been through a bit of a dry spell before moving here, so their power called to both sides of her, strong and alluring.But fuck, no, she wasn’t going to do anything about it.
She was here to learn all she could and look for clues about what happened to her father.Well, she knew what, but who was behind it all was a mystery.One that was swept under a rug, if she even remotely approached the subject with her family.Finding out the truth didn’t include entertaining the exclusive boys’ club.
Angie had tried to warn her.She would have to find her and apologize for not taking her words to heart.
Wave stepped forward, and Hellion still didn’t move out of the way.Jarred’s hand landed on her arm, and without thinking, she exploded.In the last second, she managed to pull back enough to only let the wind roar out of her at a semi-reasonable speed.No tornadoes in the house.Those were hard to explain away, and collateral damage was high.
Her arm jerked as Jarred flew backward, almost pulling her with him.Hellion slammed against the wall and cleared the path for her to reach the door.She threw it open and jogged down the steps, flipping them off over her shoulder.
She was so done with these games.
Chapter 9 – Marc
Marcbracedhisfeetagainst the floor and let the wind flow around him.Jarred wasn’t as lucky, his hold on Wayla’s arm slipping, and he tumbled down.Hellion looked dazed but was still standing, leaning heavily against the wall.
As soon as Wayla got down the stairs, the wind vanished.Marc reached down to adjust himself.That woman.He would get her to take combat lessons from him, no matter what.That burst had been emotional and out of control.
He kept his eyes on her as long as he could, making sure she was steady on her feet and not depleted from the burst.As if she felt his eyes on her, she flipped a finger over her shoulder, and Marc chuckled to himself.She was fine for now.
He offered Jarred a hand, chuckling.“Dog house, you say?”
“Females,” Jarred groaned, and he heaved himself up.“There’s no telling what sets them off.”
“Yes, that was a complete mystery,” Marc said, not bothering to hold back his sarcasm.
“What did you do?”Hellion gasped as he finally started to get his breath back.
Marc wanted to laugh at their battered forms.Both of them had been taken by surprise.They had all gotten too complacent in their home.Only his natural disposition to shield had kept him upright.He needed to do better.
Slowly, the hallway started to fill in as Grant, Hazard, Sinister, and Zahir moseyed downstairs.Zahir righted a few of the picture frames and lifted the decorative bottle on one of the tables.To Marc’s surprise, it was whole.
He walked over to inspect it closely.Not even a crack on the glass.Had she really been able to target them so well that it had saved the item, or was this just some dumb luck?
“She said Marc was hot,” Jarred blabbed.
Sinister cleared his throat.“Somehow, I doubt that is what caused this kind of exit.”
“He said, and I quote, ‘It’s a free for all’,” Marc said and pointed at Jarred.
Grant rubbed his eyes.“And the house is still standing?”
Ha!He got it.
“You trying to sabotage us all?”Hellion growled at Jarred.
