“I think that you two had better do some explaining,” Storm says, and while he sounds calm, he very definitely isn’t.
“She shouldn’t be alive,” Rast says as he stares at her with concern. He’s closer to me than any of the others are, but he just looks lost.
I don’t blame him. In the past few minutes, his best friend has been brought back from the dead, the woman he’s falling for has sacrificed herself in order to do it, although she’s not dead yet, which is also confusing, and a creature from the ancient times has appeared and is guarding his ex-dead best friend and the woman he’s falling for.
Damn.
“Of course she’s alive,” Laikynn says as he moves out of the shadows with Poca.
Poca and Laikynn both pause as they look at the ancient beast still guarding Farren and me, and then I could swear I see amusement flash through their expressions.
Laikynn is another member of this group who is a lot more than he appears, case in point, he doesn’t look surprised to see me, and he definitely should.
“So she isn’t going to die?” Mayhem asks, his voice deceptively calm and quiet.
I think out of all of them, it may be him that I would be the most cautious around.
The others wear their violence for all to see, and while Mayhem does that to a certain extent, I sense that he is hiding a lot.
It’s always best to be cautious around creatures like that.
Laikynn shakes his head, “No, she isn’t going to die. But she is likely to be unconscious for a while. She expended a lot of magic that she hasn’t ever used before.”
“Thank fuck,” Khaos breathes out, running his hand through his hair and looking like the last few minutes took years off his life.
I can’t say that I blame him.
Loki steps forward and gestures to Farren. Reluctantly, I start to shift her in my arms so I can hand her over. She isn’t mine to hold.
“No,” Farren mutters as her fist clenches in my shirt.
My eyes widen.
Loki shakes his head like he’s not really surprised, but I frown and try to hand her to him again.
This time Farren growls, an honest-to-goodness growl, and it’s the cutest damn thing that I have ever heard.
I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I’m not the only one.
Loki smiles, “She’s not going to let any of us take her.”
“Probably because she’s worried we’ll eat him,” Reaper grins, but there is nothing pleasant about the expression as he snaps his teeth at me.
For some reason, I don’t feel like I’m actually in danger. Which is odd because it certainly looks like I am.
None of these supernaturals are the kinds that should ever be messed with or underestimated.
The beast sitting next to me lets out a low rumble at Reaper, but stays where he is, and to me it sounds like it’s a half-hearted kind of rumble, a warning, not a serious one.
Ah, maybe that’s why I feel safe.
There’s a giant ancient beast that’s under the control of the passed-out woman in my arms, guarding me.
Yep, that’ll do it.
I think I’ve lost it.
I suppose that dying and then coming back to life will do that to a person.
