I drew in a deep breath.
“How. Dare. You,” Moira hissed. Her black eyes flashed with something, a spark of light I’d never seen before. Magic rumbled through the area.
I took a step back. She was not what she said she was. Or, like Evie, she was far more than she pretended to be. I bent down, ensuring we were at eye level. “Whatever this is, button it up,” I growled. “We are in a bar full of people.”
“You had no right.” Her lips pulled away from her teeth, exposing elongating canines.
Vampire then, true to what she claimed. But that’s not all this woman was.
I let a little magic slip and curl around her skin. “Want to bite me, Moira?” I asked quietly. “Have you been thinking about what I taste like and forcing yourself to settle for a weak shifter to slake your hunger?”
Moira’s eyes narrowed, that strange power still leaking through her irises. “I hate you,” she hissed.
I barked a laugh. “The feeling is mutual, little witch. Now get up. We’re leaving.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She picked up a half full glass of ale and tipped it up. I wrenched it from her hands and slammed it on the table, spilling ale on both of us.
“You’ve had enough.”
Claws slid from Moira’s fingertips, wicked lethal blades. “I take orders from no man.”
“You’re acting like a child and instead of engaging in innocent fun like your friend over there, you chose to drown your anger in a male who would give you nothing but boredom and conversation worthy of a high school lunch table.”
Her nostrils flared.
I grinned. “You know I’m right. Now get your damned shirt and let’s go. We’re leaving.”
Moira stared at me for a long moment, fury drowning me in the dark depths of her eyes. “I told you,” she said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I leaned closer. “Last warning. Get your shit and let’s go.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
This woman was going to be the death of me. “Alright then.”
I reached for her and hauled her over my shoulder, clamping her there with one arm. I turned to see Evie and Rowan watching me with wide eyes. Evie looked a little breathless.
Rowan seemed befuddled but shook the emotion off. He dug in his pocket and tossed me his keys. “We’ll get a ride,” he said quietly. “Be careful.”
I gave him a grateful nod.
Moira, her brain catching up to her body, let out a loud screech.
Evie pressed her lips together. “That is so hot,” she whispered to Rowan.
Rowan jerked his attention to his mate. “Evie!”
“What? Being dominated is fun sometimes.”
Rowan closed his eyes and his lips looked like they were moving in a prayer. I sailed past them both, and the shifters opened up a path, all silent and staring now.
Moira cursed me, my family line, my children, my children’s children, and pummeled my back with her small fists, but she was no match for Lord strength. When she scratched my backwith those wicked claws, I raised my hand up and slapped her on the rear-end, the sound like a gunshot in the bar.
A collective gasp, then “Ooohhhhhhhh.”
“I. Will.Kill. You,” Moira snarled.
My hand stung, and I immediately regretted my decision. Moira was thin, almost too thin, but her ass was curvy and fit my hand perfectly, the memory of the shape burned forever into my brain.
