to toe, wishing she had some sort of superpowers, such as laser beams that shot out from her eyeballs. She would incinerate the jackass where he stood.
The man held up his hands in surrender and took a small step toward her. “I didn’t come out here to cause any problems. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”
If it were possible for someone’s head to explode in rage, hers totally would have in that moment.
“Okay? Okay! Are you serious? No, he’s not okay! You just threw an old man through a door and into the parking lot. Why in the world would you possibly think he would be okay after that?”
The bouncer glanced around Nikki to look at her grandfather. She wanted to be petty and block his view, but she didn’t want to take the chance of falling on her ass.
After looking him over, the werewolf in front of her turned his attention back to her. “Look, I know this isn’t the best situation, but can I just apologize and we start over? I can help you two to wherever it is you need to go.”
Did those words just come out of his mouth? Seriously? Nikki couldn’t believe the gall of this guy! Suddenly, she understood why Papa Ái was always screaming at the top of his lungs when he slipped into Viking mode. Never before in her life had Nikki wanted to slap the sense into someone so badly.
Since she couldn’t knock him the hell out, she went with the weapon she could use: her mouth.
“If brains were gasoline, you wouldn’t be able to power a pissant’s go-cart two laps around a cheerio, asshole!”
The bouncer’s jaw dropped in shock, and the teeny, tiny part of Nikki’s brain that was still firing all cylinders on logic told her she really shouldn’t talk to a guy who could turn into a big, dangerous wolf that way.
Well, Mom always did say my mouth was going to get me killed one day.
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Cruz didn’t know if he should be mad or impressed.
Apparently, his mate was feisty as hell and full of all sorts of sass. The wolf inside him thought it was hot. She could be fiery like that in the bedroom with them. Then he could play-wrestle her until she was pinned down beneath him, tease and torture her until she begged her for more, and then give her his mark as he filled her with his hard cock. His human half knew this was a totally inappropriate time to be thinking things like that. But did the wolf care about that?
Hell, no.
Of course, after the way their true mate had just insulted him by insinuating he had the brain the size of a pea, he wasn’t quite sure what he should say or think, anyway. What in the hell did one say to something like that?
You’re wrong. I could turbo charge that pissant’s go-cart and shoot it off like a rocket to the moon. That’s just my brain. Want to see what my body can do to you?
Cruz didn’t have a chance to reply with anything at all, appropriate or not, because his mate wasn’t done letting him witness her wrath.
She stumbled forward with awkward steps and suddenly slapped him several times on his arms and chest in a fury. The taps didn’t hurt him, and all he had to do was block the blows, but he couldn’t believe she was actually hitting him.
“You could have killed him!”
When it didn’t seem as if she was going to stop hitting him, Cruz grabbed both of her hands in a firm yet gentle hold. He made sure she wouldn’t lose her balance or drop her crutches. She didn’t know it yet, but he would never do anything to purposely hurt her.
Bringing his face close to hers, he growled, letting his wolf show a little in his expression to get her attention. Once he had it, Cruz gave her the facts.
“He came into the bar and attacked me with a sword.” She started to protest, but he cut her off. “Quiet! Keep that pretty mouth shut and listen to what I’m saying. He came in and attacked me . That point aside, I could smell he was human. I would have never killed him. My job was to take out the threat, and I did. I also did it in a way that I knew would
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman