Page 54 of Fangs
He jerked me forward by the wrist. My knife was abruptly gone, leaving me defenseless as he shoved me down, and I screamed?—
“Em!”
I jolted awake, trembling and sweating. Mac was leaning over the bed, gripping my upper arm.
“It’s alright,” he murmured. “Just a dream. You’re safe.”
I sat up with his help. The room was full of dim light, as though the sun hadn’t yet peeked out from behind the mountains. I held up my shaky hands, half expecting to see them coated in blood, but there was nothing there.
“You want to talk about it?” he offered in a low voice, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I shook my head.
“You were?—”
The door burst open, interrupting Mac. He leapt to his feet and spun to face it, his pistol in his hand before I could even blink. Wolf stood in the doorway, his eyes flashing, and then Sam pushed past him, panting.
“Sorry, he got past—” Sam’s words cut off, and his eyes widened as he met mine.
He crossed the room quickly, practically shouldering Mac out of the way to pull me into a tight hug. I could feel his heart pounding in his thin chest. I squeezed him back, my eyes filling with tears again.
“Fuckin’ hell, Shortcake,” he murmured in my ear. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?”
“I swear, I’m not,” I choked out.
“Please don’t be out that long ever again.”
“—a nightmare. She’s fine.” I realized Mac was saying in a clipped voice to my brother.
I peeked over Sam’s shoulder to see Mac had put himself between me and Wolf. In the doorway, I saw Lee and Scar standing in the hallway, watching. Wolf glared at Mac, but his eyes flicked over to meet mine. I couldn’t read his expression and quickly hid my face in Sam’s shoulder again.
“Your brother might be even more stubborn than you,” Sam muttered.
That insane smile spread across my face, and I was glad no one could see it. “You havenoidea.”
“I need to talk to my sister,” I heard Wolf growl, and all my amusement vanished.
“Not happening right now,” Mac responded.
“She’smysister,” Wolf sounded furious.
“She doesn’t fuckin’ belong to you,” Mac snapped.
“She doesn’t belong to you, either.”
“Iknow that.”
“I should be able to talk to her alone?—”
“You had a fuckin’ gun to her head, so no,” Mac growled in a voice that made chills run across my skin. “You’re lucky I’m lettin’ you in the building.”
“I was never gonnashoother.”
“What’s goin’ on?”
I peered over Sam’s shoulder again and met Griz’s eyes. The relief that filled his face made me feel even shakier.
“You’re awake,” he said, striding into the room with a smile that made my eyes prickle.
