Liam relaxed under my touch.
Before I could feel any relief, a groan came from the table where Caroline and Jenna were.
Genuine surprise replaced Dominick’s conceited expression as he looked in their direction. “What’s this?”
Kat seemed relieved that his attention was no longer on her. “Aileen’s pet werewolf. I’m not sure about the human.”
Caroline hovered protectively in front of Jenna as Dominick strode toward them. A growl slipped free as her wolf tried to push its way out of her body. It was like watching a figure emerge from soft wax. Caroline’s nose elongated. Ears sprouted from her head as her blue eyes took on an amber hue.
“Such disrespect,” Dominick murmured.
I never saw him move. Just heard Caroline’s pained yelp a second before she hit the wall behind her with a thud.
“I see there are many things in this city that need to be fixed. Whoever the next lord is has their work cut out for them.” Dominick straightened the cuffs of his sleeve before shifting his attention to Jenna. He reached for her neck, a lack of empathy in his gaze. “I’ll start with this human.”
My hand moved before my brain could catch up. Everything happened in seconds.
Me grabbing an abandoned bottle. Smashing it against the bar. Then flinging it at Dominick.
It whistled as it sailed through the air.
There was a surreal tinge to the world as it sank into the forearm reaching for my sister. The smell of blood flooded the room. Floral with a hint of mint.
Nathan and Anton watched with open mouths. Liam’s quirked eyebrow was his only reaction.
A gurgle came from Jenna as she lifted her head from the table to find glass sticking out of Dominick’s arm.
“What are you doing, Lena? You can’t throw bottles at people!” Jenna searched the table frantically for a napkin to stem the blood with.
“It looks like she can,” Nathan said, his surprise fading to glee. “Very well, in fact. Nice aim, A.”
Anton nodded with a faint look of approval on his face.
A soft chuff came from the shadows under one of the tables. I looked over to find Alches lying down and watching the situation from his hiding spot. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, his tentacles waving before they twined in on themselves.
I sent him a demanding look, asking if he planned to help me at any point tonight. He closed his mouth, one side of his lip getting caught between his teeth as he cocked his head.
I took that as a no. Useless realm guardian.
I held out a hand in imperious command, pretending not to feel the panic crawling up my throat. “Jenna, come here.”
This was bad. So very, very bad.
Jenna acted like she hadn’t heard, deep in the throes of a panic attack. “They’ll put you in jail for assault!”
Worse. I was probably dead. I’d given Dominick exactly what he wanted—an excuse to retaliate against my sire.
“Jenna!” I barked, the sound cutting through her hysteria. “Please!”
Relief filled me when Jenna finally realized how much danger she was in. Cautiously, she backed away, keeping her gaze on Dominick.
Caroline appeared at her side, using her body to herd Jenna toward the back exit.
Dominick showed no pain as he plucked shards of glass from his forearm. “Interference in the duties of a council representative. That sentence carries death.”
Jenna stopped. “What is he talking about? Lena?”
“Go!” I ordered. To Caroline, “Get her out of here.”
