Page 47 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

“Hey! Leave him alone,” I snapped. “Now, tell me what you meant!”

Milo leveled his cat eyes on me. His jaws clenched and his hands formed tight fists at his side. He huffed several heated breaths through his nose. “You’re nowhere near ready to face the red witch. You’ll get yourself, and likely the rest of us, killed.”

“You’re not exactly a sound judge of character or skill, by my account, so whatever,” I said.

“Clearly not,” he said, voice low.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

Milo shook his head.

“Can I say something here?” Calvin asked.

I turned my attention to him. “Please.”

“Fighting each other isn’t going to help. Whether we are fully prepared or not is beyond the point. We are past the point of no return. Ready or not. Like it or not. We have no choice but to move forward,” he said.

Milo snorted. “Easy for you to say.”

“Still sore about that, are you?” Calvin asked.

I didn’t have to ask to know what they were referring to. It was the tiny fact that I had sex with Calvin. I rolled my eyes. “I thought we were supposed to be forming a plan, not arguing.”

Aidan laughed. “We’re all going to die!”

“I know you can’t help it,” I said to him, “but try to keep the weird comments and laughing to a minimum.”

“I will for you, my lovely rose,” he said.

I smiled. He was truly growing on me. I adored his strange mind. More than the others did.

“The plan is simple,” Milo said and pointedly glared at Aidan. “Don’t die.”

He leveled his eyes on me and anger ignited within my center. His cat eyes glowed in a bright hazel color. Almost like a fire was ignited behind them.

“Don’t worry, I won’t die,” I said. “The real issue you should be concerned with is me not killing you.”

He smirked. “Darling, many have tried. All have failed. You’ll have to get in line if you want to kill me.”

“So long as it's at the front of the line,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Milo said.

“What I would like is for you to stop being an asshole and do something productive like help us form a plan or get the hell out of our way,” I said.

Calvin whistled. Milo and I glared at him. He held up his hands. “Hey, don’t blame a guy for trying to stop this train wreck. You’re both doing a bang-up job crashing this one on your own.”

“Does anyone have anything useful to say that will help in this plan?” I asked. “Or should I just rush in and hope that I can take them all by surprise?”

“She has a point, Milo,” Calvin said. “Put your feelings to the side long enough to get through this. Then you guys can hash out whatever beef you have.”

I nodded. “Finally, we’re getting somewhere.”

Milo smirked. The sunlight danced in his cat eyes, and I struggled not to get distracted and lose sight of the fact that he pisses me off more than anything. That and the way he looked at me sometimes turned me the hell on. I heard hate sex was a thing. Though I wasn’t sure if that was the road I wanted to take with him. Still, I bit my lip as my imagination started to take over.

“Don’t die was only step one,” Milo said. “Step two is, drawing out the red witch.”

“How do you suppose we do that?” I asked.

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