Page 17 of Touched By Moonlight
Chapter 5
We were all screwed.If only Dante had hustled everyone out earlier, the bar would be closed and all of ussafe.
Or at least on our way home, and that monster out there would find a locked door and emptybar.
Now we weretrapped.
It was evil and sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t quite identify the individual, but it was certainly Fionn Fae. One of mypeople.
Dante, who seldom let anything rattle him, kept shoving an agitated hand through his hair, as if trying to figure out aplan.
I could help fightthis.
But if things backfired, people would gethurt.
My spine tingled, warning of powerful and dark magick. Every cell in my body itched to release my power and fight. But caution was essential. I hadn’t survived three years on my own by acting likeSuperwoman.
I remained quiet, waiting for instruction. All the while my hands burned withpower.
To my surprise, Grayson cracked his knuckles, nodded atDante.
“Where do you needme?”
For one alpha werewolf to ask another for direction was shocking enough. Dante sized up Grayson and pointed to thedoor.
“Guard that, while I get the women in theback.”
Peyton and the two strippers who’d come out front turned to retreat. Dante crooked his finger atme.
I held up a hand. “I’m nothiding.”
Cass scowled. “Meeither.”
Dante growled at Cass, and she paled, hurried from behind the bar to join Peyton. Cass was wolf. One alpha growl motivatedher.
Notme.
Dante eyed me. “You’re not armed, Sienna. Nor do you havepower.”
I took the empty bottle of Stoli vodka from the bin and smashed it against the counter. Glass shattered. Holding up the jagged remains of the liquor bottle, I met not Dante’s gaze, butGrayson’s.
“Now Iam.”
Dante was already hustling the women toward the back, Guy at his side. I joined Grayson at the door, bottle inhand.
“You ready for this?” Iasked.
He went to the bar, grabbed the quarter-filled bottle of whiskey and downed it. Then he smashed the empty against the counter as Ihad.
Grayson rejoined me at the door. “Now Iam.”
Gripping the bottle in my right hand, I grinned. “You have fangs. Idon’t.”
“No, but you have something more powerful than a broken bottle, lass,” he saidsoftly.
My throat squeezed hard in sudden fear, not from the cold mist seeping beneath the door, but the lurking threat in Grayson’s voice. He couldn’t know what Iwas.
What power Iheld.
