“Get these two douchebags off my property before I shoot them,” I said coldly. He was pushing buttons I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh, Evie, are you still down there? I totally forgot about you.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
Like hell he’d forgotten me. “You told me I gave you the best blowjob of your life,” I purred into the phone. “Do you really expect me to believe that you forgot about me that easily?”
He cleared his throat, and both of his boys grinned ear to ear. Werewolf hearing. Gotta love it.
“Okay. We’ve had our fun, but you need to stay inside tonight. I’m taking my wolves on our monthly full-moon run, and there’re three new members. They’ll be jumpy and itching for an easy kill.”
First he threatened Gran’s cabin, and now he dared to threaten me?
“Hah!” I barked into the phone, ready to fucking charge up that hill and punch him in the throat. “Tell that to my sawed-off shotgun. Keep your pack outside a hundred feet of my cabin tonight, or I’ll pop off so many silver bullets your wolves will never recover. Not even with a healer witch.”
Brock took a deep breath. Silence, another deep breath. “Just stay inside and put some damn clothes on,” he finally barked and hung up on me.
“Argh!” I screamed, but something he’d said gave me great satisfaction. He was totally watching with binoculars.
The two hunks retrieved their saw and turned to head back up the hill. “And stay out!” I shouted at their backs.
Night would be falling soon, and I didn’t want those mutts near the cabin on the full moon. I looked down at my push-up bra and thonged body, and grinned. I’d definitely ruffled Brock’s feathers.
Mission accomplished.
Evie 1, Brock 0.
5Sneaky Siren
After changing into all black,and setting up Croft’s cool twenty-something blood mistress with a movie and one of my shotguns, I headed to my Jeep. She’d promised to shoot the alpha if he stepped foot on my porch. I liked her already.
I took a big inhale of the crisp night air. Among the lavender, pine, and earth was something more sinister.
Werewolf.
As if on cue, a howl cut into the night, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t haul ass the rest of the way to my car. Pushing Brock’s buttons was one thing, getting mauled by a new werewolf on the full moon was another. I was five-feet-two inches of badass, but even so, that fight would probably take me out if I were caught unaware.
The moon was high in the sky, a night when my grandmother would have laid all of her crystals out on the porch to charge them, and regenerate their magical properties. All while being scared of the pack that lorded over her for a century. It wasn’t right, Brock bullying an old lady. I leapt into my Jeep and locked the door.
With a shaky breath, I took in the mansion at the top of the hill. I grew up here. I’d looked at that hill enough times to grow to hate it. Brock’s asshole father was always tormenting my Gran. He even went so far as to leave a dead cat on her porch once. I’d only met him a handful of times in my sixteen years here, mostly when Gran and he were barking at each other with shotguns in hand. I knew he’d had three sons, but I’d never seen Brock, only the other two, who looked as mean as their dad.
I rested my head on the steering wheel, and worked to regain my composure. Going scouting when you were all emotional wasn’t a good idea.
I’d fucked my Gran’s arch nemesis.
It was a big fucking deal, but I needed to get over it. I needed to forget it ever happened. But damn if I didn’t get wet just thinking about the escapade. Maybe because until four days ago I hadn’t realized that I was lonely. I’d been fine with Cass and the occasional lover; now after one night with Brock I was left with a gaping hole in my chest that needed filling.
Damn.
Slapping my face lightly, I tried to shake myself up, and focus. What was going on with me? My period must be coming soon, because this was some high-level emotional shit I never did.
I’m Evie Black, dammit. Descended from a high-powered witching family. Just a few centuries ago people quaked in their boots at the mention of the Black name. Never mind that the good stuff skipped right over me, leaving me to inherit gimpy powers.
I didn’t fall apart.
And I sure as hell didn’t swoon over some jackass werewolf.
I started the Jeep and headed into town to hopefully get some intel on this siren. Why the hell was she in Eugene when I’d just dropped her off in LA? My biggest worry was that she was here to see me.
Revenge was a siren’s chocolate. They couldn’t get enough.
