Page 96 of Fated to Her

She growls at him thinking he’s taunting her. He is, kind of, but I have no doubt he would do it if she agreed. His tongue snakes out, and he licks his lips as he watches Cyrus steer her toward the hallway.

“Latham?”

“Chill, Eli. I know she’s yours, but I’m down for sharing.”

“I’m not sharing her. Steer clear of her. She has been through enough,” I tell him.

“Sam? What did become of him?”

“Nothing. He is dust in the wind now. But I mean it, Latham. We won’t share her, so back off. She is unstable enough. I don’t need you meddling with her,” I tell him.

“You and Cyrus never minded me meddling with you both.”

“That was before her, no more games. Not with Addie,” I tell him.

He sighs. “Fine, I should head down, anyway. Make sure you bring her down after she showers. Both she and your son need to register. The sooner she’s registered, the safer she’ll be. The hunters will know she is off limits then, and I have already summoned Pete. Any idea on what his punishment should be?”

“Death, but I do need to ask a favor,” I tell him.

“And what do I get for this favor?”

I raise an eyebrow at him. Dirty bastard. “Not my fucking soul, that’s for sure.”

“Fine, but I want something in return.”

“I’m asking for a favor that will take you two seconds to do. What do you want?”

“I want a night with Addie,” he purrs, running his hands up my chest. I fight the urge to shiver.

“No, Latham,” I tell him.

“Fine, you can just owe me one back, then.”

“Fine, but I need you to get in Pete’s head. I think he may have killed Michael Paisley, Addie’s father.”

Now, that piques his interest.

“Michael?”

I nod. Michael worked well with the supernatural council and wasn’t afraid to stand up for supernaturals. Latham knew him; he hates humans, but Michael, he actually liked, and he investigated his death for years. But without proof and reason to look into Jamison’s past, his hands are tied. Michael was the go-between for both councils, a negotiator of sorts fighting for both sides. But Pete breached it by getting my father to grow illegal herbs. Now Latham has every right to get in his head and find out if he has something to do with it. He hates Jamison, but he is just as dirty, making me wonder if it’s been just a front all along.

“No favor needed. But if he did do it, he will pay for it.”

I was about to turn away and go search for my mates when he cleared his throat.

“Wait, Michael had two daughters,” Latham says.

I turn to look at him. “Taylor. Addie’s twin, and she is Porter’s mate, also Lycan now.”

“Damn, but she will have to register,” he says deviously.

“Off limits, too.”

He presses his lips in a line.

“You will find someone you aren’t tempted to kill,” I tell him.

“No, the last woman, I ate her soul. Now I prefer other people’s playthings. I’m less likely to kill them.”