Page 3 of Witch Undecided
“Took your time,” Tor drawled, putting the biscuit tin on the table. “What did you do? Crawl?”
Leif fell to a crouch in front of me, his hands coming up to cup my face, and then his gaze fell to my neck.
“What the fuck?” His fingers were warm as they slid down my cheeks to trace a line around the bandage. “What the fuck is this?”
Don’t look at his crotch. “I’m fine. It’s gone.”
“What the fuck happened?” He turned to Tor, demanding an explanation.
“Vampire attack,” Tor said bluntly.
Leif stood and turned away from me, offering me the perfect butt shot. Oh, God, we needed to keep a box of clothes in the kitchen.
“What vamps would be dumb enough to attack on wolf territory?” he asked.
These weren’t ordinary vampires, Rune said.These were Sons of Adam.
“The vampires Jasper told us about?” Leif took the seat across the table from me and ran his hands over his face. “Fuck, the malevolent was right.” He sat up straight. “Wait, Jasper said the elders were also talking about handing you over…”
Tor’s chest rumbled in a growl. “If they are, then they’ll have to go through me.”
“Us,” Leif said. “They’ll have to go throughus.” He made a sound of exasperation. “I never should have left you guys.”
He’d left to go to his pack house, to tell his pack about his father’s death. Oh, God. Arne was dead. Leif shouldn’t be here. He needed to be with them.
I reached across the table to take his hand. “Leif, I’m sorry.”
“What?” He looked confused.
“I pulled you away from your pack and Arne. You need to go. We’ve got this.”
“No,” Tor and Rune said in unison.
Leif gripped my fingers and leaned across the table. “Arne died to save your life, and I can’t allow his death to be in vain. I need to be here. I want to be here. You come first, Cora. It’s just the way it is now. I want to protect you.”
“And if what Jasper says is true, we may have to protect her from the elders,” Tor growled.
No, Rune said.I don’t think the elders sent that thing.If they wanted to hand her over, they’d have been sneakier about it.
He was right. This was too messy for a Grimswood witch.
“Well, they can tell me that to my face,” Tor said. “Once they get here.” He pulled out the chair beside me and parked his ass. “And if I’m not satisfied with their response”—his lip curled—“then they’ll be getting a visit from my beast.”
I looked across at my mate’s profile, stern and unforgiving. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Tor’s wrath, not for any money.
Anna better have answers, and they better be good.
