Page 23 of Bear Protector
How that shifter witch bird managed to know which cabin was his out of all the other living quarters was beyond him. Kiera did not sign her name, but it was clear the message was from her. The memory of her skin tingling beneath his fingers, of touching her soft, silky hair, made him stir. He had no doubt in his mind that soon, he would have all of her.
“When is your witch coming back?” Liam asked, appearing from between their two cabins.
“Soon. How are the traps coming along?”
“Right on schedule,” Liam confirmed.
Xander looked around to be sure no one was there. “Just to be sure, you have not said a word to anyone, right?”
“Of course not. I’m a vault, remember?”
“Good. I have faith in my men, but it’s best to keep them focused on preparations for the coming storm.”
“Trust me, I get it.”
“Especially as she will be visiting the camp again.”
“You were both pretty low-key yesterday. And all our men know not to question your actions…So, how was she last night?”
“What?”
“How was it, being with a witch?”
“Nothing happened.”
“The fuck it didn’t,” Liam muttered.
“Man, are you deaf? You live next door. Did you hear anything?”
“No.”
“Then you should not have to ask me shit. I told you. Nothing happened.”
Liam scratched his head. “What the fuck did you do in there all night, then? Talk? Whisper compliments in her ear? Play cards?”
“The woman was wandering the streets all day. She fell asleep.”
“She saw your huge dick and said hell no, didn’t she?”
Xander chuckled, play-punching his friend in the jaw. “If what I’m packing is huge, yours is the last fucking destroyer we killed, you big ole behemoth.”
“I think I need to try out a witch for myself to find out. At your rate, it will take you the next week to get her to first base.”
“Fuck off and mind your own damned business. Listen. About tomorrow…”
“Yes?”
“If any of the men get close enough to realize she is the Chosen and ask any questions at all, you need to pull them aside to do some damage control. We cannot afford for anyone mouthing off with her and ruining our plans.”
“Right. Like you didn’t already go off the deep end with one of your rants to the poor little Chosen witch.” Liam nodded. “No need to deny it, boss. I’ve known you for far too long.”
Xander opened his front door and held on to the doorknob. “Okay, so maybe I clued her in on some things. All the more reason not to let any of the soldiers bombard her.”
“Like you already did,” Liam added, probably to get on Xander’s last nerve.
“Cut it out and just do as I say,” he shouted, stepping inside.
“I can manage that. Not a problem, boss.”
