Slip of Fate (Werelock Evolution Book 1) Read Free Page B

has a full bladder and she’s already distressed.”
    “Who is she?” the larger-than-life man named Alcaeus demanded.
    “Raul’s sister.”
    While Alcaeus muttered a string of colorful expletives, Remy squeezed my hand and reminded me to breathe. I hadn’t noticed I’d been holding my breath—or that I’d apparently been holding Remy’s hand in mine against my abdomen ever since I’d snatched it up trying to prevent him from tickling me.
    Alcaeus was attired similarly, if not more formally than Remy. He was what my mother would have described as ruggedly handsome, with hard, angular features; jet black, short hair that had a slight curl to it; deeply tanned skin; and what looked to be more than a few days’ worth of five o’clock shadow. He looked older than Remy, maybe in his mid-thirties. And he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me!
    “Her name is Milena.”
    “She’s human.” Alcaeus shook his head. “Why the fuck does she smell this good?”
    “Don’t know.”
    “Who hurt her?”
    “Felix.”
    “I’ll kill him. Where is he?”
    “I already had them break his arms. Let’s let Alex kill him.”
    “But I want to kill him,” Alcaeus said with near childlike petulance.
    “It’ll be better if Alex does it. ’Sides …”—Remy jerked his head in my direction—“this little one got upset with me for breaking his arms. She might not speak to you for days if you kill him.”
    “Really?” Alcaeus’ brow rose with amusement. “You’re kidding?”
    He and Remy both chuckled then over an unknown joke I wasn’t likely to comprehend.
    My head was spinning. None of what was happening or being said around me made sense. It was as if I’d stepped into an alternate universe rather than onto another continent.
    “Fuck, I haven’t had a hard-on for a human female in over half a century, Remy,” Alcaeus imparted lewdly. “You gotta let me at this one.”
    My eyes widened and I gripped Remy’s hand tighter. I realized I was holding onto it with both of my own now. He squeezed back reassuringly.
    “No. She’s mine,” he told Alcaeus.
    What? I fought to disentangle my fingers from Remy’s. He let me.
    Alcaeus harrumphed, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “Remy, you have a harem of human girls already. Let me take this one.”
    “No.”
    Briefly I wondered if I’d entered some altered state of shock. My brain felt foggy, and it suddenly occurred to me I’d stopped sensing any pain in my ribs—or elsewhere, for that matter.
    “Oh, c’mon! You’ll only turn her into another one of your mindless pets.”
    “I won’t,” Remy refuted. “Not her. She’s different … she smells too good.”
    “She smells a fuck lot better than good,” Alcaeus rumbled, raking me over with his eyes. “I wanna lick every inch of her inside and out.”
    My stomach flipped over, and I struggled for air. My night was becoming more bizarre and disturbing with each passing moment, terrifying on more levels than my fuzzy brain cells could keep up with.
    Alcaeus’ leer morphed into a scowl as his eyes paused over my neck and then my knees. “You fucking missed half of her bruises, Remy. You didn’t even heal her properly.”
    Remy cleared his throat. “Working on it. We were … interrupted. I only had time to tend to her face while she was briefly passed out.”
    As ludicrous as Remy’s statement was, it occurred to me the moment he said it that my face did in fact feel much better since I’d awakened, and my eye that had been swollen partially shut before was functioning fine. What the hell?
    Alcaeus’ frown deepened the longer he stared at me. “She has internal injuries, Remy.”
    “Yes,” Remy confirmed, as if this were a fact. “Fractured ribs and a few other … concerns . Getting to those, too. I’ve been holding off the pain from her as much as possible in the interim.”
    Either they were both crazy, or I definitely had a head injury.
    Alcaeus appeared even more perturbed by