To Trap A Temptress (Southern Sanctuary - Book 2) Read Free

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blithely.  “Of course it’s kind of an evil smile.  Try not to scare
the women and children would you.”
    Drum
surveyed the two hundred and fifty odd party guests and shrugged.  “I
think it would take a lot more than one of my smiles to scare this lot.”
    Flynn
bobbed his head in time to the music and grinned.  “I know it’s so cool isn’t
it, to have this many magic types in one place.”
    “I
thought you’d be out there dancing already.”  Drum eyed tawny haired Flynn
with suspicion.
    “Nah
I’m good.”
    “And
what’s up with Dash?  Does he seriously think he can use me as some kind
of shield?”  Drum reached back and grabbed Flynn’s twin brother Dash by
the earlobe dragging him out into the open. 
    The
twins were all but identical except for the colour of their eyes, a slight
difference in the shading of their tawny hair and whilst Flynn had a dimple on
the right cheek, Dash had one on the left.
    “Hey.”
Dash struggled, managing to free himself from Drum’s grip.
    “What’s
up with you two?  You’re acting weird… well weirder than normal.”
    “We’re
being…”  Dash mumbled the rest of his sentence staring hard at his boots.
    “You’re
what?”  Drum scowled.  “It sounded like you said the two of you were
being stalked.”  Absently he scoped the nearby crowd milling around the
edge of the dance floor to identify the threat. 
    “Don’t!” 
Flynn gripped Drum’s arm, his voice urgent and low.  “Don’t be so bloody
obvious.”
    Dash
sent him a matching glare.  “Covert dude!  Ever heard the word?”
    “Okay
I’m not sure if it’s the time difference or all this sea air but the whole team
is acting out of whack.  Marcus is quarrelling with the pregnant chick,
Rafe just went AWOL, Nate is on the dance floor with an expression on his face
that he usually reserves for funerals and now you guys are saying you’re being
stalked?  The only potential threat I see for you two are the little
blonde things over there smiling this way.”
    “So
you admit they are smiling at us?”  Dash demanded between gritted teeth.
    “It’s
not just our imagination right?”  Flynn followed up.
    Drum
flexed his neck and took another discreet look.  “Those two itty-bitty girls
have you two acting crazy?  Why they seem real sweet.”
    Flynn
shook his head in bemusement at his tall comrade.  “The emphasis needs to
be on the word ‘girls’ dude!  My favourite pair of shit kicker boots are
older than the two of those girls combined.”
    Drum
shrugged his massive shoulders.  “So they have a little crush.  I
don’t see the problem, they’re just looking this way, smiling, they seem
harmless.”
    Dash
rolled his gold edged hazel eyes.  “Harmless he says.”
    Flynn
snorted in derision, backing up his twin brother’s disgust.  “Are you
insane?”
    Dash
picked up the conversational thread.  “If two teenage girls started
smiling your way and batting their eyelashes at a party chock of block with
male relatives, half of whom have enforcement training…”
    Flynn
butted in.  “The other half of whom probably have some kind of death ray
power, then wouldn’t you be ducking…”
    “Diving
and weaving for cover?”  Finished Dash.
    “Well…” 
Drum was starting to come around to the twin’s point of view.
    “They’re
on the move.”  Flynn his green edged hazel eyes narrowed with tension
grabbed his brother by the arm to get his attention.
    “Maat
we should go.”  Dash’s face was pale and tense.
    “Agreed.” 
Flynn returned looking just as worried.
    The
two melted away into the crowd before Drum could ask if they required
backup.  Should he go after them?  Not according to the tattoo he
shouldn’t as its tail squeezed his bicep signalling for attention. 
Instantly he lifted his head tasting the air, his head swimming for just a
moment with the intensity of her scent.  With the practised eyes of a
predator he swung his head zeroing in on