Page 26 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

“Thank God,” he said.

“No shit,” I snapped and continued to struggle against him.

“Be a good girl and play along,” he said. His grip tightened even more.

“Don’t patronize me,” I snapped. “I’m capable of walking on my own.”

“Hmm, yes,” he said. “Not to mention walking right into trouble.”

“You’re hurting my arm,” I said.

“If you didn’t struggle so much, it wouldn’t hurt,” he said.

“I don’t have to do what you tell me to do just because you snap your fingers or drag me down a road. Let me go and do it now!” I shouted.

I struggled against him. He stopped walking, which also meant he had stopped dragging me for the moment, but he continued to refuse to release my arm. I so badly wanted to burn him into nothing but ash for thinking he could boss me around and force me to do what he wanted me to. But damn it… I still needed him to help get me home. At least, I believed I did. In all honesty, I wasn’t overly sure. His insistence on avoiding my questions only worked to raise my suspicions of him.

Still, until I knew for sure, needing his help getting home was the precise reason why I couldn’t magic him into nothing but ash. No matter how tempting it was. I continued trying to pry my arm from his steel grip to no avail.

Milo sighed. “Stop struggling.”

“Never! Not until you let me go!” I screamed.

“If you don’t stop struggling, when I let you go, you’ll lose your footing and fall. Is that what you want?” Milo asked with trying patience, as though he was speaking to a child.

I glared at him and stopped long enough for him to let go of my arm. He did so and took a step away from me. I rubbed the spot he had a death grip on and shook my arm out to help get feeling back into it.

“You’re welcome,” he said and gave a crappy bow.

I rolled my eyes at him. Did he honestly expect me to thank him for letting my arm go? I turned and faced the direction of the cottage and wondered if I ran with all I had in me, would I make it back before Milo caught me again? Before facing the aggravating man again, I spotted Calvin and Aidan standing off to the side of the road, watching the scene intently. They were close enough to have a good view, but still far enough away to dodge and avoid any rogue blasts headed for them.

Milo pulled my attention back to him.

“You have to learn the proper way to use your skills. We don’t have much time, so the basics are all we can cover, as Calvin had suggested. But, with enough luck and cooperation,” Milo leveled his gaze on me, “we may have a chance at you avoiding losing your head and becoming a part of Camelia’s collection.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “I thought she only collected men’s heads?”

He smirked to himself, but it lacked the humor or happiness smiles were required to have. “For you, given what you bear around that neck of yours, she would make an exception.”

I nodded. “Why should I believe you, again? In fact, why should I believe any of you? How do I know that this isn’t some sort of a sick, twisted game you’re all forcing me to play?”

“Well, at least you no longer believe you’re stuck in a coma somewhere. That’s an improvement,” he said.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Very mature,” he said with a trying voice.

I shrugged. “Oh, just like dragging me down the road like a child throwing a tantrum was?”

He smirked to himself. “You did act like one.”

I growled. “Look, if you want to train me, I want answers. Otherwise, this is a giant waste of my time. I’d rather Aidan teach me than you.”

“You didn’t seem to be questioning things all that much from Aidan when he was between your legs,” Milo snapped.

I gapped at him. A fire ignited in my hands. “Who I sleep with is none of your damn business.”

Milo smiled again, and this time, there was a glimmer of glee within the expression. “Good. Now try to strike me.”

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