When they come into view, my eyebrows rise. Laikynn and the rest of the pack are blocking the guys from coming toward me, and as I study the anger in their features, I realise that Laikynn must have done something to ensure that they couldn’t come after me.
Ah shit.
I reach out with my magic and quickly recognise the spell as one that is made to restrain them and stop them from moving or using their magic. It’s a powerful spell, but I can see it wearing thin in places on all of the guys. Laikynn will not be able to keep it in place for much longer, but I need to figure out what’s going on and quickly before it breaks and Laikynn ends up dead.
“Laikynn, I assume that there is a reason that you have them held in place?” I ask.
The rest of the pack moves to surround the hurt pack member, and I gently release my magic so that he can stand on his own. I have to say I’m surprised at how quickly he has healed.
Not all supernaturals would have survived that.
“What the fuck?” Aldrastos asks, his eyes wide as he studies me from head to toe.
“Farren?” Hades asks, his voice laced with violence.
I smile, “I’m good, this isn’t mine.” Looking back at Laikynn, I add, “I suggest you start explaining quickly because your spell isn’t going to last much longer, and then, depending on who gets to you first, you’re going to be eaten or decapitated. Either way, you’re going to end up dead.”
“If they had come after you, they would have died. You are the only one who is capable of taking that beast down and returning it to where it belongs,” he explains quickly.
Interesting choice of words.
“So you did it to keep them safe for me?” I ask.
Laikynn nods, “Yes.”
I smile, “Thank you.” Turning to look at the still pissed-off men, I point at them and say, “Do not attack him, or I will hug you covered in all of this. Trust me, it smells as bad as it looks.”
Loki snorts.
The spell breaks, and I snap my hand out as several of them lunge forward. The spell reinstates.
“Oh no, you don’t. If you had come after me, you would have ended up dead. I don’t have the time to figure out how to make you live again. Like it or not, Laikynn did the right thing,” I say firmly.
Khaos bares his teeth at Laikynn, “Whether it was the right thing to do or not, if you ever take that choice away from us again, I will gut you. Understood.”
Realisation flashes through Laikynn’s eyes, and he nods, “Understood.”
I cautiously let go of the magic, and they all stay where they are.
“We need to move,” I start when everyone stays exactly where they are. I know that they’re trying to rein in their tempers, and honestly, I think it's hot but now is not the time to be hanging around.
“One second,” Mayhem says, his voice rough as he steps forward. His hand touches my cheek despite the grossness that covers it, and he tilts my head up so he can look in my eyes. “Farren, for my own fucking sanity, stop running headfirst into danger without us. I’m not askingyou to stop doing it, I’m asking you to allow us to follow.” His voice lowers as his darkened eyes search mine, “If anything happens to you, no one will survive.”
My breath leaves me in a rush.
Fuck.
Why do they always say these sorts of things to me when we’re somewhere that it wouldn’t be appropriate to fuck them?
Seriously?
His eyes heat, “Understood, Farren?”
My clit pulses, oh, I like this side of him. More than I thought I would actually.
I nod, “Understood.” I smirk, “When I run toward danger, I’ll make sure to tell you as I’m running.”
His hand snaps out and wraps around my neck as he pulls me closer, his lips millimetres away from mine. “Before, Farren. You warn us before you go.”
