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He shrugs. “I’ve been called worse.”
“I bet,” I snap. “Can I guess a few? Limp dick? Puss—” A slap arches across my face, and I taste blood. I spit on his shoes. “Someone that hits women is the lowest of the low,” I snarl.
“Jesus, Trevor,” Lenny says, and I grin.
“Trevor,” I confirm. I lick my split lip. “You are going to regret that.”
“Fucking bitch. I regret nothing.”
“What kind of shifter are you?” They both take a step back, on guard now.
“Why would we tell you?” Trevor snaps.
“Don’t want to tell me?” I raise an eyebrow. “Let me guess.” I tip my head back and force myself to keep a straight face and not cringe. “A mouse. Something small and insignificant. That's why you have to act big; you have to hide your true nature. Or maybe a cat. Are you a kitty cat?” It may be stupid, but usually, men who don’t value women like it when we cry and beg.
I refuse.
“You better watch your mouth,” Trevor sneers. “I am a coyote and could rip you apart.”
“A coyote?” I wrinkle my nose. “My friends don’t like coyotes.”
He takes a step, and I brace for an impact that never comes. He freezes his fist in the air and looks behind me. That’s when the presence registers through my body.
I hear a tapping on the ground as whoever walks in comes closer.
Tap. Slide. Tap. Slide.
“Trevor, lower the hand.” The man’s voice is like velvet but with steel underneath. Trever drops his hand. “Step back,” he orders, and they take three giant steps away.
I hold my breath and wait.
A man walks past. I keep my eyes on the wall, but I feel the power that fills the space. Three other men follow behind him, their shadows bathing me in their darkness. One of them grabs a chair and places it across from mine. I have no choice but to focus on the man who sits elegantly in the chair.
Holy fuck. The tapping sound was the cane that one of his fists held. He is dressed in a tight black suit, black tie, and shiny shoes. His hair is black and styled. His eyes are blinding, the blue a color that I have never seen. His suit cups muscles that are deceptively slim, but I can tell they hold the power of a bodybuilder.
He lets me survey him calmly.
Without taking his eyes off me, he asks, “Which one of you hit her?” His cultured voice is monotone.
“She wouldn’t come quietly,” Trevor complains.
“We tried, boss,” Lenny offers. “Trevor didn’t have a choice; she stabbed me in the thigh.”
The suited man slowly turns his head. “Trevor hit her,” he says simply. They both nod. The man sighs, and so fast I can barely track it, he flicks his cane. It glows oddly as it turns into a whip, which he uses to sever Lenny’s head.
I stare at the rolling head, a scream caught in my throat, my eyes bulging.
“No, no, no,” Trever chants backing up quickly, his palms out.
“Bane, restrain him.” One of the men flies across the space as Trevor starts to run. His arms are forced behind his back, and he is pushed closer. “Trevor, what did I say when I gave you the task of bringing Breeane to meet me?”
My attention snaps between the dangerous man and Trevor. “You wanted us to convince her to come with us.”
“Didn’t I express my wish for her to come willingly? To talk?” He lays his cane across his thighs.
“Yes,” Trevor answers reluctantly.
“Didn’t I tell you not to hurt her?”
