Page 14 of No Fear
“Rach?” Remy immediately softened, lowering his voice, “You okay, baby?”
She nodded, the endearment making something warm spread through her belly that calmed the worst of the butterflies.
Remy blew out a breath as if he too was trying to get a grip on himself, “Come on Rachel, we’re getting out of here.”
She managed a jerky nod.
“I’d say you don’t have to go with him but…” Lincoln started and Remy snarled at him.
“I told you to fuck off already.”
“But…” Lincoln continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “I don’t feel like burying my cousin’s body tonight and if he keeps talking to me like that I’m gonna have to.”
Remy rolled his eyes but a cold chill swept over Rachel. That had been a threat. A threat from the most powerful man she’d ever met, the leader of the Bomars. That made him Remy’s leader didn’t it? But he was rolling his eyes and snapping at him and it was all because of her.
She opened her mouth to apologize on Remy’s behalf, hating the thought of putting him in danger, but he stopped her. Despite the eye roll, Remy clenched his jaw and met his cousin’s gaze. When he spoke again his voice was softer but from the heat in his eyes she knew that it was more for the benefit of the people listening than because he actually felt apologetic for snapping at his cousin.
“Lincoln, please let her go.”
“Sure thing.” Lincoln smirked, “Just as soon as she tells me that you’re the one she wants.”
Rachel felt her cheeks flame hot with embarrassment at that dare. And it was a dare. She could hear it in Lincoln’s voice. Whatever he was up to, he’d approached her to mess with Remy. He wanted something and though she had no idea what it was, she knew that he was using her to make some sort of point. Remy had claimed her and yet it was Lincoln with an arm wrapped around her waist, refusing to let her go.
“She’s mine.” Remy answered with a growl, “She’s coming with me.”
“Sweetness?” Lincoln ignored him and smiled knowingly at Rachel. “Is that true?”
“Yes.” She answered instantly and for the first time all night, her voice didn’t waver. “I’m his.”
“See.” Remy growled, “Now get your hands off her or I’ll do it for you.”
Lincoln chuckled and slowly released the hold he had on her, “Who woulda thought the Bomars would turn out to be a possessive bunch of bastards? Fine. Go. We’ll talk later.”
Rachel wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about because she wasn’t paying attention to Lincoln anymore. Remy’s dark blue gaze pinned her in place as he extended a hand to her in offering. She hesitated only a second, giving in to the urge she’d had to reach for him all night. The second their skin touched an electric current moved through her, making her shiver again.
“Come on Rach.” He laced his fingers through hers. “Let’s go home.”
At that, several wolf whistles went up and Rachel’s hand tightened on his instinctively. He squeezed in return even as the shiver of awareness that had heated her blood mixed with something else. Warmth and comfort, that was what Remy had been giving her since the day they met. Combined with her attraction, there was no way she could do anything but cling to him as he pulled her towards the door.
She didn’t even stop to wonder if he meant his home… or hers.
