“Hold on for me, Delaney. Your man is coming.” I weakly nod. “Gibson, clear the place out, now.”
“Witches.” I lock eyes with him, his going wide as he spins to look up over the bar.
People are screaming, but I am too weak to care.
“The Kings are here,” Lance calls out.
“Stay back,” is growled, my body starting to feel lighter, not under whatever spell they were using anymore.
“Prospect, stand down. Her man has her.”
“Yes, Pres.”
“Baby. Delaney, look at me. Open your pretty violet eyes for me.” I blink, hearing Thorin’s voice.
I notice his tone is much gentler than usual, his typical gruff and grunting gone.
Opening my eyes, I see Thorin leaning over me. His hands are supporting my body, with one behind my head, the other on my hip.
“Fuck, what was that?”
“Witches,” Nolan answers from the other side of the bar.
“Not witches. Furies. It seems that my resident vampire here pissed them off by killing one of their sisters,” Camo fills us in.
I lean into him while I balance myself on my feet. He keeps his hands on me, no doubt scared that I will drop to the floor again, and if I am being honest with myself, that just might happen again.
“Furies? I thought they stayed away from Salem.” I let what Camo just said sink in, and my heart stutters in my chest. “This is happening because of you?”
My head hurts, my body feels like it has run a 10k marathon while being ill with the flu. Everything aches, and I still feel drowsy and weak.
“There is more to it than that, Delaney,” Thorin speaks up.
“Why? Who? Tell me then. Tell me why I am now suddenly the primary target for fucking vampires and fucking Furies that should not be here in Salem,” I snap half-heartedly.
Thorin glares at me; he hates that I am questioning him in front of his brother when he can fuck off. I am the one who keeps getting hurt. Not him.
“I am going home.” I look around and find who I am looking for. “Gaël, can you take me home, please?”
He looks between Winger, Thorin, and me. I sigh, knowing what is coming.
“All the fucking same,” I mutter.
“Delaney,” Winger warns.
He knows that I love the brothers all the same, except Thorin, so I would never disrespect them but right now, I really fucking dislike the bullshit they are about to pull.
“I am putting you in lockdown at the clubhouse.”
“No,” I tell Pres.
“You do not have a choice in this, honey. That is two attacks in the span of a week. Until your man sorts this out, we keep you safe.”
“Not my man.” Even as I say those words, no one around me or myself believes them.
“I think some things say differently, babe.” This comes from Shift.
“Clearly, it does not matter what the forces have to say about it, now does it? I say he is not mine. He does not belong to me, and I do not belong to him. Now, I am going home to sleep off whatever this is.”
