Page 98 of Claimed

“Fuck,” Wyatt grumbles under his breath and turns us the other way, taking us to where everyone is, where there’s a deafening noise of phones ringing, music playing, and a whole lot of buzzing.

I see Greyson immediately, close to the hallway. He was on his way to me. He must have sensed my panic.

“What the fuck?” Grey demands in a scary voice.

“I’m takin’ my sister and this woman!” Wyatt shouts. “If any of you try and stop me the girl we took dies. And possibly this one.” His arm tightens around my throat painfully.

But I can’t think about the pain because Grey suddenly has blood streaming down his face. What on earth happened? Panic envelopes me. Did Wyatt find a way to poison him? Oh God, no.

Suddenly the knife flies out of Wyatt’s hand and lands in the ceiling beam directly above us.

“Not only do you need to let my wife go,” Greyson shouts, “You need to send the woman you’ve nabbed back in here. Or… I end you.”

My mate is truly terrifying in this moment. And I’m not the only one who thinks so, because Wyatt’s grip loosens enough I can instantly run to Grey who catches me and grips me tight.

I survey his face, and he doesn’t seem hurt. He seems enraged. The blood coming down his cheeks comes from his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like it; it’s absolutely frightening.

Wyatt’s eyes bounce between Greyson and the knife up in the ceiling.

“And my sister, fuckwad,” Jase yells.

“No,” Wyatt denies. “Got here to get my sister and caught her scent. Turns out she’s mine.”

“What?” Sherry asks, looking bewildered, shaking her headno.

“Yeah.” Wyatt signals his nose. “Who’da thunk it?”

“Let her go, then call whoever you need to call to get the woman you kidnapped back in here,” Greyson snaps.

Who did my brother kidnap? My eyes dart around the space. Many of the people here for the party have gone and come to think of it, much of the room emptied as we came in.

Erica’s still here.

“I need assurances I’m gonna be let go,” Wyatt says with a devious smile I know all too well.

He’s playing a game.

“You’re not in a position to bargain, asshole,” Grey tells him, his hold on me tightening.

I’m beyond relieved to be in his arms, but I don’t like my brother’s body language. He has an ace up his sleeve. Who did he kidnap? Not all the council members are here. Tyson Savage isn’t here. Neither is Mason.

Greyson goes on, “It’s obvious you used a scent mask to get in here. What else have you pulled tonight?”

“Wouldn’t you all like to know?” my brother quips cockily.

“Send her in or suffer,” Riley demands. “Andlet go of Sherry.”

Wyatt pulls his phone out of his pocket without letting go of Sherry. “My phone’s still fucked,” he says casually.

“Wyatt, please let her go,” I try.

“Can’t.” He shrugs. “Let me go, let me takeher…” Sherry looks at Jase pleadingly – “and…” Wyatt shrugs. “I’ll have my guys let the witch go. Fair trade.”

Wyatt’s smile slips. “Who… who are you?”

I don’t know who he’s talking to at first.

“You’re not the witch that was at that cabin, are you?” Wyatt asks. “You a twin?”

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