eggs. Slash crouched on his haunches. “Don't come after us, Were. This is dating for me. Don't make me marry you in death.” Slash kicked him in the ribs, and the smaller Were groaned.
“Cut us,” Jason said, holding his wrists up.
Slash dug in Ford's pocket, extracting a titanium switchblade. He went to Adrianna first, her wrists weeping blood. What he could not do before with his bare hands, he now did. He sawed at the silver. It fell away, and bone greeted him. The fine webbing had been like acid against her skin, burning away everything in its path.
He bent on one knee, despondent over the rawness of her injuries, and she shook her head, clearly miserable. “Get the others.”
Slash touched the back of her head briefly and stood. He loosened the silver from everyone, attending Julia last, whose bonds were plastic zip ties. Irritating but not caustic.
“Ford!” an unfamiliar voice called. Not alarmed, but inquisitive.
“Let's go!” Jason repeated in a hoarse whisper.
Slash looked at the others' wounds. Silver wounds healed slowly. Their hands had been made useless as weapons until they could heal.
That's why Ford had been cocky; he knew they'd been bound and weakened.
They walked to the back of the van just as two men hopped inside. It was on him. Slash was comparatively uninjured. He could take them.
His nostrils flared. One Were, a packmaster, and one human.
Slash charged forward without anything to indicate his intent.
Unfortunately, Adrianna was closest to Tom Harriet, and he jerked her to him by the hair. Utterly unprepared, she screamed inside the truck from the brutality of the move.
It froze Slash in his tracks.
He had changed to his half-wolfen form as he moved from the sound of her terror alone. Harriet tsked-tsked him, shaking Adrianna, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out again. Slash growled just as her teeth met around Harriet's hand.
Tom grunted, backhanding her with his free hand. “Willful bitch!” he bellowed in pain.
Adrianna slumped to the ground and Slash lunged at the Alpha that would dare injure a female under his protection.
Mine.
CHAPTER SIX
Tharell tried not to dwell on deceiving Julia. The guilt would be more powerful than he could stand.
Many years had passed since he had come across one as compassionate as she was. The Blooded Queen had promised to consider gifting her people if they were willing.
Tharell did not think Faerie had time to wait on her decision. Other matters outside the scope of Faerie were part of his thought processes. It made his head ache like a rotten tooth.
“Enough,” Tharell interrupted their arguing in a quiet voice of authority. It did not boom, but nearly so. Every gaze at Region One landed on him.
Michael made a little motion with his arms like flapping wings. “What? Are you going to lay more Faerie dust on us? Zap us all into comas again. Pfft... loved that noise.”
“Michael,” Marcus warned. “Let him speak.”
“Fine.” Michael lounged up against the wall, mauling a sucker in his mouth.
“I will not lay down the weapons of the fey, nor will I use them against you in the time of our alliance.”
“Very precisely worded,” Delilah, Jacqueline’s daughter, said.
Tharell nodded. “We are a precise people.”
“Fey are not human,” Jen said. All her brothers attended the meeting, and Tharell looked at each one.
“Nor are you. We are humanoid. We share similarities with humankind. We can breed with them, but they are the lesser evolved of us all.” Tharell lifted his chin and went on, “Your Singer Combatant was severely lacking in their protection of Julia Caldwell.”
Scott moved forward.
“Rest easy, Singer warrior; the Red Were are as diabolical planners as any I have ever known. We postulate they move toward reuniting all their kind. To have it as it was before the Americas became what they are today. Before my kind came from Europe.”
He treaded more softly, though it did not come
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