“He’s not worth it, Jax. You don’t want to get called to the courts at Helsgard.”
Jax shakes his arm free of Emmett’s grip and pats his shirt down.
“Good boy,” Jordan presses.
“Keep coming, asshole. I may not be able to talk to my wolf, but I can guarantee you he’s there and my bite can still release the poison to slowly and painfully kill you.”
“Down boy.”
“Jordan,” Emmett warns.
“Betraying your own kind, Emmett, I would have expected better. I suppose lay in a bed with wolves and wake up with fleas or however the saying goes.”
I’m usually a fairly peaceful guy, but right now, this guy is making me want to punch him.
“Why are you still here?” Callum asks, trying to bring the conversation back to him.
“I came over to see what brings you boys out here,” he says, wrapping his arm around Callum. Emmett and Jax both take a possessive step forward, but Callum waves his hand, so they retreat a few steps, but are still tense.
While we’re all different species of fae and aren’t related by blood, we have formed a bond that’s as strong as blood, if not stronger, and Callum is our unnamed alpha.
Calmly, Callum answers, “I imagine the same thing you’re doing. Searching for that girl.” Callum tries to downplay his interest in the girl, but we know. She isn’tsomegirl to him. She’s hope.
“That girl.” Jordan drags. “Do you know why Samara wants her?”
“Not a clue.” He pauses, then adds, “Well, she used magic last night in the club, but aside from that, I don’t know.”
“Hmm, I was there. Was it that light ball?”
“Yea. I think she concocted it to scare someone away,” I add, and Callum looks at me, so I add, “Her friend did it, too.”
“Yea, I saw that. Wild.”
“I wonder if Samara will get mad if I have a little taste beforehand? What do you think, Emmett? Care to join?” Before Emmett can answer, Jordan is unhooking his arm from around Callum and walking away. “It’s been real. Good luck.”
“What did Samara take from him? His humanity?” I ask.
“I heard that!” Jordan yells over his shoulder.
“Fucking prick,” I add for good measure, and Jordan laughs again. “We really need a witch in the group that can cast barrier spells and privacy spells.”
“And spells to make your dick bigger,” Jax chimes with a smirk.
“My dick is plenty big. I call it the pocket rocket.”
“Because?” he presses laughing.
“Listen. I didn’t hear you complaining when I was fucking the last girl while she was moaning around your cock.”
“Boys. Can we focus? We need to find Everlee.”
“Yes. Everlee,” Jax retorts.
“Let’s go this way so we can put as much space between us and Jordan as we can.”
“Wait.” Emmett holds up his finger. “Shit.”
“What?” we all ask in unison.
