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“Your mate won’t be able to ignore what’s to come. Shewillcome on her own. Aja?”
Ryan glanced over in time to watch her dress drop to a puddle of fabric around her ankles. He averted his gaze, disgust evident at her nudity. Aja was far from ugly, but Ryan had no interest in another woman.
“I still don’t know what Serena sees in you…” she murmured along his ear, and his stomach clenched, bile rising into his throat.
“There’s nothing between us,” he whispered back and flicked two fingers toward her. When his hand seized, he tried not to show his surprise.
Aja chuckled and lightly slapped his cheek. “Don’t bother fighting me.”
He met her smirk. “What did you do to me?”
“You’ve underestimated my powers. I forgive you though. You don’t understand true power after all.”
Ryan scoffed. “True power? I’ve seen true power, and this parlor trick doesn’t measure up.”
Her eyes flashed with hate so quickly, he almost missed it. She believed her power to be strong, but no one in this place had gone up against Brandy. Hell, they still did not know the extent of her powers, but he bet his life it was more than Volark and Aja combined.
Ryan scoured his mind for what spell Aja could have used to disarm him. He had not eaten or taken a drink since they’d brought him there. The lack of nourishment muddled his thoughts. There were a few she could have attempted, but they were complicated spells to master.
“What’s wrong?”Brandy asked.
His nostrils flared with his inhale. Digging deep, he willed himself to not react to either woman. If Brandy learned Aja was in the middle of messing with him, there was no telling what she would do.
Chapter 31
“He okay?” Peter asked, nervous energy causing his eyes to flick to gold.
Brandy shrugged. “I don’t know. He won’t answer.”
“We’re all set!” Xander called, stepping to their sides.
“Are you sure you want to risk them?” Brandy asked. “We aren’t even sure—”
“I’m sure. I just wish you had more faith in me.” Ethan’s voice, filled with hurt, made her turn on her heels.
“E, I never—”
Ethan shook his head. “Bran, you forget I know you.”
“And I know you,” she whispered and cupped his jaw.
He grabbed her wrist and stared down at her. “Then you need to trust me. Ryan means a lot to you, and I want to help get him back to you and my niece.”
“Niece?” she asked, her brows shooting into her hairline.
Ethan smiled. “Yes, you’re having a girl.”
She shook her head and laughed. “But I’m barely pregnant.”
He tapped two fingers to his temple. “Trust me.”
His words were not only about her child—her daughter. They also referred to the information he alluded to. Ethan had been working closely with Serena, practicing his magic and skills as an oracle.
Brandy nodded. “I trust you. Keep him safe.” She snapped the latter at a were Peter had assigned to Ethan’s protection detail.
The large man merely blinked at her.
When Peter started barking orders to his pack, she turned from the hulk of a man. She watched the others listen to the plan they had hatched only an hour ago. The werewolves varied in age and size, but every single one offered Peter the respect he deserved. Xander moved to her side, vibrating with adrenaline for the upcoming fight. Looking over the group once more, she noted a similar shimmer among the pack members.
