"You know what doesn't make sense to me? How you were bleeding to death all over the backseat and now you're perfectly fine." I waved my hand, gesturing to his body before crossing my arms over my chest. "You have some explaining to do."
Sullivan shrugged. "I have no fucking clue what happened. One second I was fighting, and the next, my throat was being ripped out."
"You should have died, yet here you are acting like you had a power nap." I started pacing again. "Are you on some kind of special drug?"
"No. Don't you think if I was on some kind of drug, I wouldn't have lost? Maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked, like Kingston said. You know, head wounds bleed a lot, so I assume neck wounds do too."
"None of this would have happened if you wouldn't have shown up here." I didn't know why I was lashing out at him. It was keeping my mind off Wren, though, which, at that moment, was all that was keeping me from going to whatever hospital Marcos was at, getting the information I needed out of him, and then slicing off his dick and shoving it down his throat until he died.
"It seems to me like none of this started happening until Wren showed up here. But I forget that you’re blinded by your childish infatuation with her." Sullivan leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head.
"Shut the hell up." I lunged for Sullivan and Kingston jumped up, putting his hand on my chest to stop me.
"Look, sometimes things happen that we can't explain." He pushed me back.
"You're defending him talking about our girl like that?" I batted his hand off my chest. "And here I was willing to share her."
"She isn't some fucking toy." Sullivan stood and Kingston pushed him back on the couch.
"No one said she was a toy!" I was going to punch him in the face but instead headed for the hallway. "I'm not going to sit here and wait for them to show up. I'll check the basement."
"Timeline wise, it's impossible they've been here." Sullivan rolled his eyes and I ignored him.
I thought we had put our differences aside, but clearly, I was wrong. I wasn't convinced he didn't know how he had healed so fast. I hadn't had a chance to read the information Kingston had dug up on him yet, but it was going on the top of my list of things to do once we found Wren.
I found the basement door off the kitchen, but it was solid metal and locked, so kicking it wouldn't have done any good. I was going to try anyway, though, because a man kept a lot of secrets in his basement. At least, according to true crime documentaries.
Backing up, I inhaled deeply and ran at it, hitting it with my shoulder. Pain radiated from the hit, and I stumbled backwards, tripping over my feet and falling on my ass.
"Jesus Christ." Sullivan was watching me with alook of annoyance. "I thought you wanted to find Wren. It's like you think this is a fucking joke."
Looking up at him, my stomach flopped at his words and his intense stare. Nothing about Wren being taken was a joke, and I'd prove it to him.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sullivan
Zayn's face looked like I had punched him in the nuts. His jaw clenched with unspoken words, and he looked down.
Fuck, why did I have to be such an asshole? Everyone dealt with traumatic situations differently, and I was no poster child for dealing with life. It was none of my business if he wanted to act like a fool to take the edge off.
I moved past him to the basement door and examined the lock. "This door has a deadbolt and asecurity code on it. Did you really think you could bust through a metal door?"
"I don't see you doing anything to help." He got up and rubbed his tailbone.
"Because I don't care." I went to the large sliding glass door that was practically the entire wall and looked into the backyard. "The coalition will get her out of this mess. Let them figure out she's been taken."
Marcos had a fucking helipad at the back of his property. There was a big building that looked like another house as well, with a large door that slid open. What a person needed with a helicopter was beyond my comprehension.
"You're a heartless fucker. You would let an innocent woman be taken by a bunch of humans who want nothing other than to have sex with her because she isn't human?"
I turned around, and he was standing in the same place he'd fallen, his fists balled at his sides, his eyes flashing back and forth between human and wolf. "Is she innocent, though? She fucked you and Kingston knowing she was going to turn around and have you both put in prison."
He growled and showed his teeth. "You're a poor excuse for a wolf."
I stalked toward him so fast he didn't have time to move and pushed him against the kitchen island. "You don't know a damn thing about me."
"You're right, I don't. But what I do know, I don't like." He shoved me, but I didn't budge. I had a few inches and at least thirty pounds of muscle on him. "Get the fuck away from me."
