Page 67 of Burn Falls
“Scare them.”
“We better make it fast. The girls are here.”
“I know, but they can’t get away with calling our women cunts.”
“I wish we didn’t have to wipe their memory after.”
“Me, too,” I stated. Once we compelled them, they wouldn’t remember that they’d almost got their asses handed to them for degrading women. Nonetheless, I wouldn’t want to go home with piss in my pants either.
“Get your hands off of me,” the one with the big mouth yelled.
All eyes were on us as we made our way to the side door. We exited, and the two guys put up their fists like we wereactuallygoing to fight. Instead, I looked at Athan and then in a flash we had the guys by their throats and up against the wall of the building.
“Does it look like I’m a bitch now?” I showed my fangs.
“What the fuck?” The guy’s eyes widened in fear.
“Don’t you ever call my girl—or any girl for that matter—a cunt again. Do you understand me?”
He tried to nod, but he couldn’t move his head, and I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t hear the door open. Neither did Athan. I wasn’t expecting the girls to follow so quickly, but when I turned my head, Calla stopped and made eye contact with me.
Her glass fell to the ground, shattering into hundreds of shards, and then she started to fall backward. In a split second, I dropped the guy with the big fucking mouth and moved to Calla, catching her before she hit the ground.
“Fuck!” I roared.
“Calla!” Valencia yelled and then her gaze met mine. “How’d—” She looked to the wall that was ten or so feet away. “How’d you catch her that fast?”
I didn’t answer Valencia. Instead, I picked Calla up in my arms and barked to Athan who was forcing the two men back against the wall. “Sweep them including your girlfriend.”
Calla had fainted, and therefore, I only had a minute or two before she woke and probably would freak out, so I ran straight for her car. I knew Athan would handle the others by wiping their memories.
After laying her down in the backseat, I took off for Calla’s apartment. The moment she gasped for air, I clenched the steering wheel and waited for the second everything would come flooding back to her.
She sat up, noticed the car was moving and said, “You … Stop … Please.”
“It’s okay, sweets. We’re going to your place.”
She backed up as far as the car would allow. “It’s not okay. You …”
“I what?” I asked, wanting her to tell me exactly what she saw before she passed out.
“You have …” she hesitated, “fangs.”
“Fangs?” I chuckled.
“And you and Athan …” She paused and looked behind her as though she could see Athan and Valencia out the back windshield. “What did you do to Valencia? Let me go. I need to make sure she’s okay,” she cried.
“Valencia’s fine. Athan has her.”
“But he’s a … You’re a …” Calla hesitated again, and then she whispered, “How?”
“How what?” I turned onto her street.
“How were you strong enough to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Lift that guy by—by the throat.”
