“It’s the sharp ass fangs I’m afraid of,” Steve grumbled as he followed them up the steps to the house.
“Um, don’t you have fangs?” Monica shot back, which shut Steve up for a second, which impressed Kane. Nothing shut Steve up, and they had all tried, but he knew it wouldn’t last long.
“Yeah, but I’m not gnawing my own leg off now, am I?” Steve said, proving Kane right, Steve’s silence definitely didn’t last long. “Seriously, how bad does my hair look?”
“It’s fine,” Both Kane and Monica said at the same time, sharing a glance and a grin. He couldn’t believe she hit an invisible Steve upside the head with a burning stick.
“You didn’t have to hit me, ya know.” Steve continued to grumble as they walked into the house.
“You kicked my dog,” Monica frowned, sounding angry. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”
“You kicked Knox?” Kane stopped to glare at Steve with his singed hair and black streak of wood soot on the side of his face.
“Fangs, leg with gnawing going on.” Steve used both hands to point at his leg, his eyes wide.
They walked into the kitchen just as Doug came in, a towel wrapped around his neck, his hair wet. “Hey,” he said, then looked at Steve. “Who’s that? And what happened to your hair, and you got black stuff on your face?”
Steve’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Kane, then Monica. “Fine, huh?”
Again, Kane and Monica shared a look, both holding back grins.
“She...” Steve pointed at Monica. “hit me with a fire stick.”
“Because you kicked my dog,” Monica shot back.
“Because he was gnawing my leg off.” Steve countered once again, pointing to the leg that seemed to now be perfectly fine.
“Will you stop saying gnawing?” Kane hissed, shaking his head. “Jesus.”
“Steve, the bathroom is down that hall on the right if you want to wash off your face and check your hair,” Monica said, feeling kind of sorry for the guy, though she didn’t know why, since he scared the holy shit out of her.
Steve nodded his thanks as he headed to where she directed. “Thanks,” he said, touching his hair with a frown. “Mira will kill me if I mess up my do.”
“His mate,” Kane replied to her unasked question when Monica gave him a questioning look.
“Oh,” Monica said with a chuckle, then looked at her brother. “Ah, thanks for coming to my rescue, bro. Did you not hear me screaming?”
“What? When?” Doug asked, looking totally confused as he looked from where Steve disappeared back to them. “Seriously, who is that guy?”
“Steve,” Both Kane and Monica answered at the same time, both of them glancing at each other, realizing that was the second time they had spoken in unison.
“He’s a Warrior,” Kane filled in, seeing that Doug was still staring at them, totally clueless and still confused. Steve had a way of doing that to people. Hell, he did it to Kane every time he talked to the fucker.
“And you hit him with a stick that was on fire?” Doug’s eyes widened as he stared at Monica. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“When a disembodied male voice pops out of nowhere, you kind of react!” Monica snapped. “And he kicked Knox.”
“I apologized for kicking your damn dog!” Steve yelled from the hall.
He came back a second later with a clean face, half his hair wet and plastered down, while the other half stuck out like burnt straw. He then turned to Doug. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”
“Doug,” He shook Steve’s hand, but continued frowning. “How in the hell didn’t you see him if he was talking to you?”
“Hence the word disembodied, and he wasn’t exactly talking to me; he was shooing Knox away,” Monica said, as if that explained everything... it didn’t.
“Do you see him now, because if you don’t, we have a serious problem, sis,” Doug said, looking her over as if she had lost her mind, which made Kane chuckle.
Monica rolled her eyes. “He.Was. Invisible.” She raised a pointed eyebrow at him.
