The last thing Shanus and the others wanted, or would agree to, was the four of them spread out. Not only would it make them harder to guard, it made them harder to watch. This was much easier and safer all the way around.
Cassandra hesitated at the door. “Is Wulf already there?”
“No. He was taken to a holding cell.”
Aghast, then angry, her sister gaped. “Excuse me?”
Phoebe had to ride herd on her own temper. She really wasn’t in the mood right then. She would have liked to go and verify the safety of her own husband, who was in a much, much worse situation at the moment than Sasquatch was. “He’s our enemy, Cassie. What would you expect us to do?”
“I expect you to release him. Now!”
“I can’t.”
Cassandra stopped dead in her tracks. “Then show me the door out of here.”
Was she fucking kidding? After everything Urian had gone through for her? After everything they’d risked to save her life? Never had Phoebe wanted to hurt someone any more than she wanted to slap her sister right then and there. Cass better be grateful she was pregnant. “What?”
“You heard me. I will not stay here unless he’s welcomed. He has risked his life for me. His home was destroyed because of me and I will not live comfortably while the father of my baby is treated like a convict.”
Someone behind them started clapping.
Phoebe looked past her sister to see that Shanus had joined them.
Standing at almost seven feet in height, he was gorgeous and lithe. Very graceful, and fast approaching the age when he’d need to find his replacement because he would be decaying into dust courtesy of Apollo.
He smirked at Cassandra. “Nice speech, princess. It changes nothing.”
She narrowed her gaze on him. “Then how about a good ass-kicking?” He laughed at the threat. “You’re pregnant.”
“Notthatpregnant.” She shot one of the daggers from her wrist at the man. It embedded in the wall just past his head.
His face lost all humor and Phoebe couldn’t blame him. She was mortified and embarrassed by her sister’s lack of gratitude.
“The next one goes into your heart.”
“Cassie, stop!” Phoebe commanded, grabbing her arm.
Cassandra shrugged her hold off. “No. I’ve spent the whole of my adulthood putting any Daimon or Apollite who made the mistake of coming after me out of his misery. If you think for one minute Kat and I can’t tear down this place to free Wulf, then you need to think again.”
“And if you die?” the man asked.
“Then we all lose.”
He gazed at her thoughtfully. “You’re bluffing.”
Cassandra exchanged a determined look with Kat.
“You know I’m always itching for a good fight.” Kat pulled her fighting staff out of her coat pocket and extended it.
The man’s nostrils flared as he saw them preparing to engage him. “This is how you repay my kindness for sheltering you?”
Cassandra lifted her chin like the spoiled, ungrateful little bitch their father had made her. “No, this is how I repay the man who protects me. I won’t see Wulf kept like this after all he’s done.”
Shanus stepped back and bowed his head respectfully toward her. “She does have the courage of a Spathi.”
No, she had all the spunk of a brat wanting a cookie, with no care about how it affected anyone else around her. And Phoebe felt her face heat up with her embarrassment. She’d warned them that Cass could be difficult whenever she didn’t get her way, so in an effort to be diplomatic, she inclined her head. “I told you so.”
Shanus offered them a slight smile. “Go inside with Phoebe, princess, and I will have your Dark-Hunter brought to you.”
