Temporal Shift (Entangled Select Otherworld) Read Free Page A

Important things, like ripping Temperance Hatcher’s head from his shoulders. He stretched, taking note of the kinks in his body, the new bruises. He’d gone down hard and he’d feel it in a few hours, but Christ those things had been strong. Their winged attackers lay on the ground around them. He counted eight. One was twitching.
    Definitely time to go. Time to get off this shitty planet and out of this crappy universe.
    Though they’d have to do something with their new passengers first—he glanced over to where the girl stood, looking tiny next to her huge winged friend—hopefully that wouldn’t take long. He strode toward the ramp, waved to them to enter, and the girl hurried forward. Her friend hung back, then shrugged and followed. He didn’t look happy.
    “Welcome to the Blood Hunter ,” Devlin murmured as the girl passed him.
    She cast him a quick sideways glance. Her skin was returning to normal, the color receding.
    What was she? He didn’t think she was Collective, like Callum and her big friend with the wings. While her huge eyes were violet, they didn’t have the inhuman glow of the Collective, but were pale purple like the flowers his mother used to grow outside the back door of their house. And she’d blushed violet, a wave of color washing over her skin when he’d caught her staring at his dick.
    She was slender but with the definite swell of a pair of womanly breasts beneath the drab jumpsuit she wore. The clothes were the only thing drab about her. Her dark red hair was long but pulled into a ponytail, her skin pale like cream with freckles smattered across her small, straight nose. She had a wide mouth. He admired her from behind as she headed up the ramp. She had a great ass and long legs. Maybe taking them on board wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
    His dick jerked in his pants. He was always horny as hell after a fight. Plus he hadn’t been laid in…longer than he could remember.
    She glanced over her shoulder and caught him staring at her ass, and he gave her his best long, lazy smile. The violet washed over her skin again. She bit her lip and hurried into the ship.
    He looked away and found her friend had halted at the bottom of the ramp and was staring at him through narrowed eyes. He had the same dark red hair as the girl, but cropped close to his head, glowing violet eyes, and fucking great wings. Power rolled off him in waves, but strangely, it felt like the girl was the one in control. The big guy hadn’t wanted them on the Blood Hunter —still didn’t by the expression on his face—but she had overridden him.
    “Keep your hands and your eyes to yourself, human,” the winged guy muttered.
    “Are you and she…?” Devlin raised an eyebrow.
    He appeared almost shocked at the implied question. “The Sibyl is mine to protect.”
    Devlin guessed that was a no. Good. He’d never wanted any woman enough to fight for her. There were other more important things to fight for. And what the hell was a sibyl? No doubt he would find out soon.
    He followed them up the ramp, pressed his palm to the panel, and locked the docking bay doors behind him. Then he spoke into the comm unit on his wrist. “Daisy, we’re all on board and ready to go.”
    “Right, Devlin. Take off in one minute.”
    “I’d make that less than a minute. The bad guys are waking up.”
    “Okay. Three, two, one…”
    The ship lifted off smoothly, just as something slammed into the docking bay doors. “We’ve got a hanger-on, Daisy. Any chance of shaking him off?” He peered out of the viewer; one of their attackers clung to the side of the ship. Devlin had no clue whether they could break through the doors, but he didn’t want to find out. The ship twisted and spun, the guy’s grip broke, and he tumbled back toward the planet. At the last minute, he spread his wings and glided away. The Blood Hunter shifted beneath them and they were heading into space.
    He turned back to the girl and her protector. Both