Page 4 of Shifters' Fated Summer
“What do the logs say? Did they have anything supernatural?”
The second voice grunted.How sophisticated.
A heated palm pressed to my cheek, and that smooth, sinful voice spoke directly into my ear. “Wake up, wildcat.”
“No,” I groaned, turning my head away to escape the blasted light. It didn’t work.
“What’s your name?” the other voice asked, grating on my eardrums.
“Shhh,” I hissed.
“Name, girl,” he insisted.
Rude.
“Summer,” I managed to spit out. The effort exhausted my floating mind. Just let me be numb.
“Summer,” the first voice repeated, drawing out my name. “I saw a Summer in the second log.”
Papers rustled and someone grunted. They really needed to shut the fuck up.
“Here, look.”
“Cade,” the first voice said. “She’s been a blood slave since she was eleven.”
“How did she survive that long?” the gritty voice said.
Excuse me. Blood slave? I was a donor, thank you very much.
I wouldn’t have anything without my patron. I’d still be a terrified child on the streets, digging through dumpsters for my next meal.
“Fuck off,” I mumbled.
For the second time, a smooth chuckle wrapped around me, soothing my broken edges. It wasn’t venom, but that laugh felt good. It was almost enough to make me forget my anger.
I tried to pry my eyelids apart, but the spotlight hurt too much.
“What are we going to do with her?” the rougher voiceasked.
“Take her back to the pack house.”
“I don’t like it. It’s not safe.”
“If I’m right, we can’t leave her in a detox facility. She needs us.” That velvet voice turned to a low whine.
“That’s not our mission.”
“Please. For me.” Each word was slow and utterly enticing. I had no idea what he was asking, but I would have said yes to anything he asked in that tone.
The other voice softened. “I’ll consider it.”
Mustering up all of my willpower, I forced my eyes open.
The black-haired man from Evrin’s room leaned forward, the one with tattoos covering his body up to the line of his jaw. Across from him stood a broader figure with sun-streaked golden hair. The one I kicked.
Overbearing light surrounded them, silhouetting them in a glowing halo. The tattooed one grasped the other one’s tactical gear, dragging him forward by the harness.
Hands tangled in short, messy hair as their mouths met. It was brief but hard, like a fight for dominance. I stared, my mouth open. I’d never watched anyone kissing before. It was done privately, usually with a lot of biting involved. This was entirely different, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even as they watered uncomfortably.
