As I stared into the mossy depths of her eyes, I saw Grant. “This is all about her brother, Miles. Camilla doesn’t care about Bea. She made you kidnap me to get her brother back.”
A smile sawed across her face. “Miles knows I have a vested interest in all of this.”
“Liam will never release your brother.”
Her hand stilled on my cheek, and her smile strengthened. “If I’d wanted my brother to go free, I would’ve kidnapped Liam’s son.”
The mere idea of her taking Storm made me want to slash her face. “Then why did you kidnap me?”
“Why, to help Miles get his sister back, of course.”
My confusion shot up a notch. “You expect me to believe you orchestrated this whole thing for nothing in return?”
“Oh, I’m getting something in return. My freedom. Mytruefreedom.”
“How—” My lids slammed up. “You’re going to kill Liam?”
She hooked her thumbs under a strap which I realized was hooked onto a shotgun. The one she’d probably shot Lori with. She pulled it away from her chest and threaded her head out.
“Miles?” I yelled. “Are you hearing this? She’s insane!”
She glanced over her shoulder at where he sat, hands clasping his knees, lashes fluttering, eyes fixed on nothing. “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Nikki.”
I glared at her, then cranked my head back. “Miles!”
She kicked me in the stomach, and I gasped.
“Quit shouting already.”
“Or what? You’ll kill me? That’d ruin your whole plan. You need me alive.”
She hit me again, this time with the butt of her rifle and straight in the knee.
I cried out, then gritted my teeth as the crate-sized living room went in and out of focus, and sweat dotted my forehead. “She’s going to get you killed, Miles. Don’t you see that?”
Camilla grinned. “He doesn’t see that, because he’s not smart like you, Nikki.” Her words were still registering on his face when she shouldered her gun, racked it, and fired off a shot that went right through his torso, blowing it wide open. She lowered the gun. “He was surprisingly efficient, though.”
Miles’s chin slumped against his chest as though he were checking out his injury, and then his whole body listed to the side, and he toppled, blood and intestines spilling onto the couch and slinking to the floor.
I screamed. Bile soared up my throat and spewed out.
“Then again, you’re an easy girl. You should really work on that. Not being so”—she wrinkled her nose—“promiscuous.”
“He was my friend.”
She regarded him again with her head cocked to the side. “You should probably pick better friends.”
Another bloodied piece of him slithered from the crater of his chest.
“Anyway, time to get setup so we can welcome all your saviors properly.”
“Liam won’t come, Camilla.”
“Sure he will.”
“We broke up, so no, he won’t.”
“Shit. Grant was right. You really areloose.” She looped the strap of her shotgun back over her head. “Doesn’t much matter whether you two are screwing. You’re his shifter, and like the good Alpha he believes himself to be, he’ll come to save his little wolf.”
