youâre inside my walls.â
Her eyes narrowed in fury. âYouâre as bad as my brother.â
He grinned. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
âDonât,â she said. âI nearly killed him once, and I
love
him. You, Theronai, donât stand a chance.â
Chapter 2
T he second Joseph had left Lyka alone, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Sheâd survived another close encounter with the man and managed to keep her distance. He hadnât touched her. He didnât know what she really was.
She didnât know how much longer she could keep her secret, but every day that went by without one of the Theronai learning it was another victory. Sheâd take every one she could get.
She watched him walk away, admiring the way his jeans hugged his muscular ass. She couldnât see the magical sword strapped on his beltâit was invisible until drawnâbut she could detect the slight dip in his waistband where its weight hung. The Theronai were deadly with their blades, and that was the kind of thing that made a girl like Lyka squirm with want.
It didnât help that Joseph was nearly six and a half feet of hard, kick-ass warrior. Sure, he was their leader and spent most of his time behind a desk, but that didnât mean he wasnât deadly. She was certain that if the shit hitthe fan, heâd use every bit of that muscular bulk he carried around to thwack some demon heads clean off.
It was enough to make Lyka wake in a sweat at night, wet and desperate for those rough hands of his to ease her need.
As if sheâd ever let that happen.
The man got under her skin, making it itch and tingle. She kept having to remind herself that he was the enemyâor at least had been until very recently.
Sure, it was a bad idea to be fighting a war on two fronts. And yes, things were easier now that the two races had teamed up, but that didnât mean she had to like it. Everyone else got to enjoy the benefits of the shiny new treaty while she was stuck here, unable to fight alongside her people.
Not fair. Not even close.
But that was life for you. Nothing was fair, which was exactly why she was pouring her heart and soul into teaching those kids how to survive. Fighting wasnât pretty. It wasnât civilized. What use was it trying to make the kids pretend that it was?
Then again, there was some value in pretending. Sheâd been doing so for weeks and it had served her well.
She finished picking up the gear and headed inside.
The unbelievably beautiful Logan and his even more stunning wife, Hope, were waiting inside the doors. The kids had all been tended to and had gone on their way, which meant that two Sanguinar were waiting for her.
Not a good sign.
âWhatâs up?â she asked.
Logan threaded his fingers through Hopeâs in a move so casual, Lyka didnât think he was even aware of the act. âJoseph wasnât pleased that we were healing thechildren. Or, more accurately, he wasnât pleased that they needed healing.â
âI know. His royal highness already expressed his displeasure with me.â
âWe canât afford to upset anyone right now,â said Hope, sliding her honey-blond hair behind her ear. âEveryone is too uneasy about what Connal did.â
Loganâs expression darkened with anger. âEven we Sanguinar still canât believe what he did. Stealing a child? Itâs unconscionable. But sheâs right. We have to ease the fears that run rampant here. Nothing we do can upset anyone.â
âSo youâre just going to bend over and do what Joseph says?â asked Lyka.
âArenât you?â said Hope.
âI want to make nice, but itâs hard to do when heâs so very wrong.â
âHe told us he would let us know his decision in a couple of days,â said Logan.
âAnd he expects us all to sit on our hands until then? I donât think