Page 18 of Touched By Moonlight
No one did. I’d worked too long and kept moving from town to town before anyonesuspected.
Denial was best. “I have psychic ability that tells me these broken bottles won’t do much to stop whatever iscoming.”
“They won’t. But I will not let anything harm you, lass. Count onthat.”
Grayson seemed too calm. Controlled. As if he knew what we faced, which was impossible, because only those with Fionn Fae blood could accurately pinpoint theirscent.
Suede jacket hanging on his muscled body, cords hugging his lean hips and long legs, he looked sexy and athletic, not at all like a werewolf with his handsome face and deep blue eyes. I kept having the feeling we’d met before, and it unnervedme.
“I can handlemyself.”
He didn’t answer, only held the broken bottle in one steady hand. And then Dante returned, and before I could even blink, Grayson dropped his bottle, removed the bottle from my hands, tossed it aside and lifted me up, throwing me over one shoulder in a fireman’s hold. As he jogging toward the back rooms, I lifted my head and saw Dante at the door, nodding as if inagreement.
Damn these alpha shifters! Thought they could toss me back here as if I were a weak, helpless female to be protected? I tried wriggling free, but he was far too strong, his grip on meunbreakable.
“Grayson, put medown.”
“No.”
Finally, he set me on my feet in the back storeroom, touched my face almost tenderly. “Stay here and be safe. You’re tooimportant.”
Then he left, slamming the door behind him. Guy blocked it with his big body and folded hisarms.
I looked around at Peyton, Cass and the two strippers – Kelly and Steph. “So we’re supposed to stay here while they get mangled by that thing outside? Whatever happened to equalrights?”
“Not in the shifter world, Sienna.” Steph laughed. She plucked at her G-string and shivered. “Hard to fight in an outfit like this. Wish I’d had time todress.”
Guy leveled a look at Steph, who gulped. He strode over to her, shrugged out of his long leather coat and draped it over her naked shoulders. A clear mark ofpossession.
Would be nice to have a guy care that much aboutme.
Then again, I didn’t want a guy caring, and then getting hurt. Or worse, I hurt himaccidentally.
Or even worse – he tried to killme.
The storage room was in the back of the building. I could see why Dante chose this room for the women to hide, because a steel exit door had been built into the wall. It wasn’t obvious, but made for a quickexit.
“Are you planning to hustle us out of here?” Kelly demanded ofGuy.
“Soon as Alex and Gabriel and the limo driver get here.” He locked gazes withPeyton.
But Dante’s mate shook her head. “Don’t. Call them and tell them to avoid this place, Guy. I have a real bad feeling about this. The colors are all wrong. They’re bleeding under the door crack and through the windows. Something out there has more power than ten alphawerewolves.”
“No. They’re under direct orders from Dante to head here and take youhome.”
“Call them.” Peyton’s voice carried a hard edge ofcommand.
Guy snarled, but took out his phone and dialed. “I’m going to get all of you out of there, limo or not. You’re not remaining while a fight goesdown.”
He spoke rapidly into the phone and then hung up. “Stay here,” he ordered all of us. “I’m going out there to get Dante’skeys.”
The bouncer closed and locked the door behind us. The women relaxed a little. They upturned plastic crates and sat on them. I hated waiting. But there were worsethings.
“So, what was all that about?” I askedPeyton.
Peyton’s mouth thinned. “You don’t know this, Sienna, because you’re new, but I can read auras. See the colors in them and determine what a person is feeling or if they’redangerous.”
Damn. Wish I would have known before I’d filled out that job application. Could she tell I was Fae? “Oh? What color amI?”
