Chapter Two
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“WHO THE HELL IS THAT?”
“If I knew, Dominic, I wouldn’t have called you over here.”
Dominic? Arturo?
“Zahara? Got any clues?”
“Chile, you’re on your own with t’is one, ya hear? I’m not touching tha’ one.”
What the hell could make Zahara afraid?
Dominic growled. “I just want to know if she’s a threat.”
She?
“A threat? Yes. One we can take down? That remains to be seen,” Arturo growled.
“Romano, what’s your ETA on Kalinda?”
What the hell is going on?
“She and Silva will be here in five.”
“Then we will wait, children of this era.”
Hervoice snapped Carlo from whatever stasis he’d been trapped in. His eyes snapped open, a growl rumbling from his chest and out his throat as he scanned the room.
Hisbedroom.
A very destroyed one.
The entire space was trashed, claw marks and ripped-up wood everywhere. In this disaster, Dominic, his blue-green eyes snapping with warning, stood next to Arturo near the door. Carlo’s Alpha’s inky hair was slicked back, his slate suit unmarred, but the muscle ticking in his jaw worked steadily as he looked at Carlo. Next to him was Zahara, her skin once again smooth since she’d taken on the excess growth magic from Isadora, and her dreads curled over one shoulder. Romano was the only one who stood apart, hovering near the shattered windows, his eyes moving back and forth from the open air to Carlo.
What the hell were they all freaked out about?
A giggle and shifting body against him gave him the answer.
Mine.
His wolf fought to break free and claim the woman straddling his hips. She was by far the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. White hair hung in loose waves down to her waist, an almost indescribable red color bleeding into her eyes in an impossible shade of rubies. Black horns curled around her ears in a delicate swathe, like onyx adornments in her hair, and her skin was pure white, like the full moon blazing in the sky. A fine dusting of ... something hovered over her flesh, dulling the glow of her skin. Red and white. Strawberry and cream.
She was a treat he wanted to swallow all at once.
“Now you want me.”
Yes ... until he got his head right and decided it would be much better to throw her as far as he could. Carlo’s muscles tensed, prepared to do just that, but he couldn’t move. No matter how much he strained, he could do nothing more than breathe and blink.
“You made it have to be this way.”
“Get off of me,” Carlo warned. At least he could speak.
“Who is she, Carlo?”
