Page 55 of Outcast Fae
Vaughn shook his head. “There has to be a way. What if I…”
Another gust of wind took his words with it.Feine!I needed to get closer. I dipped lower, now only fifteen feet above their heads.
“They’d shoot you on sight,” the bearded man was saying. “You saw what they did to that kid. We can’t risk it. If they knew we’re talking to you…”
“They’d shoot us on sight, too,” the smaller of the two werewolves said. He had bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders. His body was smaller, but still incredibly muscular. “We shouldn’t even be here. You should stop trying to contact us.”
“Rick, we’re brothers,” Vaughn said. “You need to help me. Horace,” he turned to the bearded man, “our families go way back.”
Horace nodded, agreeing with Vaughn’s words.
The smaller one frowned, not seeming impressed. “The werewolf brotherhood doesn’t matter here. These people are ruthless. They will kill you, us, and those littlewizarditesyou have back at camp. You need to keep your snout out of it.”
Vaughn growled low in his throat. “I can’t do that.” His expression grew pained for an instant, but he quickly got it under control. “I’m not afraid, and you shouldn’t be either. We’re supposed to help people, not harm them.”
Horace lifted his chin. “Why do you think we’re on this island? But we’re doing it on the inside. If they find out we’re helping you, there will be no more of that. They’ll cut our throats and feed us to the sharks.”
“We need to stop them,” Vaughn said. “What they’re doing is...” The wind gusted up taking the rest of his words away.
Oh, gods! What? What?! I strained to listen.
My heart pounding, I dipped as low as I dared, my wings growing more tired by the second. What I needed to do was get out of here before the spell broke and my back muscles gave out, but I had to know. I floated dangerously low and leaned my ear towards their conversation.
Suddenly, Horace’s head darted up, then his hand shot into the air. In one motion, he grabbed onto my ankle and pulled me down.
I hit the sand, my wings sputtering. They were too tired to lift me up and, hemmed in by werewolves, there would be no escape on foot. In the final instance of bad luck, Gina’s spell broke, revealing me to the three naked males who stared down in wonder.
“Well, well, well,” Horace said. “What do we have here?”
Chapter Twenty
I kicked and thrashed,trying to get free from Horace’s grip, but his hand was large and strong. He’d pulled me from the air and gripped my shoulders to keep me from flying off.
“It’s the little fae bitch,” the smaller werewolf, Rick, growled. “She’s going to blow our cover.”
“Let me go,” I demanded, kicking at Horace’s shins. He didn’t even flinch as my boot collided with his legs. It was as if he were made of stone.
“What the hell are you doing here, Tally?” Vaughn demanded.
I glanced in his direction and got a full frontal view of his…everything. My cheeks heated up, and I could feel I’d gone berry-red. His eyes widened, and his cheeks turned red, too. His hands flew down to cover himself.
“Oh, aren’t they cute?” Rick mocked.
Horace sputtered a laugh.
Theyhadn’t bothered to cover themselves at all. Apparently, they were past any sort of modesty.
“Let me go,” I demanded again, still thrashing and kicking but tiring fast.
In an instant, Rick was at my side, a hand around my neck. “We have to kill her.”
I froze, my heart climbing into my throat.
“Take your hands off her, Rick,” Vaughn said, his voice low and rumbling. “She’s an innocent, and we don’t kill innocents. We save them, remember?”
Rick glanced up at Vaughn without removing his hand from my neck. “How can we be sure? She could be a spy. You know there are fae involved.”
“I’m sure. Let her go,” Vaughn said, his tone unequivocal.
