The Terminator, the scammer, the one who always cheats.
“This is a nightmare.” The look of pain and guilt that crossed those beautiful, perfectly sculpted features made me cringe. “It has to be.”
I turned and covered my mouth. I wanted to take a gigantic pair of scissors, the size of Edward Scissorhands’s, and cut off my own head. Disconnect heart from brain so I could think clearly, without the havoc of my feelings.
But that wasn’t how life worked. Emotions needed to be faced.
I just didn’t think I could survive this particular emotional invasion.
Sparks skittered over my elbows. That unwelcome relief from the mating bond washed through me, and I slapped his hands away.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” I inched backwards and…took the next exit. The easy, cowardly way out.
“Lachlan!”I shouted through our private mind-link.
“What’s wrong?”His immediate response was filled with concern.
“Please come and get me. I-I can’t?—”
When my brother’s scent approached like a fireball, Logan stiffened, looking at me like he couldn’t believe I’d just called my twin.
“What happened?” my brother snapped. His gaze bounced between me and my mate.
Ignoring Lachlan, I marched over to Logan, pausing only to pick an item up off the ground and stopping when I was right in front of him. He just stood there, the panic in his eyes partially replaced by a softness that almost made me regret my next move.
I swung my arm up and slammed a blue umbrella onto his head.
Twice in a row.
It was like hitting a rock with a pillow, but it made me feel better.
Then I yanked the necklace off my neck and threw it at his chest. It bounced off his bare pec and fell, joining the pieces of my heart down there in the mud.
Logan bent and picked it up. Hurt flashed across his face, tugging at my heartstrings.
“Yvaine, stay. We need to talk.”
The roughness of his tone felt like nails scratching against the chalkboard that was my brain.
Shaking my head, I walked over to my brother. If he’d had laser beams for eyes, Logan would’ve been a pile of ashes for the wind to play with.
“Please.” Stephen, thatvoice. My knees gave out.
Lachlan’s jaw throbbed, his molars grinding.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister,Masturbator?” he growled fiercely. Tension crackled in the air.
My tears were enough to awaken the beast.
Scarlet fur sprouted over his bare skin, his shorts exploding into flying pieces of fabric as a giant wolf took his place. Logan,also being an Alpha, didn’t—couldn’t—refuse the challenge and growled back. He didn’t shift, but his posture stiffened, that ofa predator ready to lash out.
“Back off,” he hissed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The way his white fangs gleamed suggested otherwise.
Wolf Lachlan lunged.
Logan crouched and parted his arms, ready.
