Mirror Image Seduction (Feline Shifters of Down Under Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

brother got him off balance and dragged him back to his stool.
    He shook his brother’s hand off as he glared at the agitated lion before him. This wasn’t going to end well. Luke was clearly looking for a fight, and Dylan was holding onto his temper by a thin thread.
    Finally, Ryan sucked in a deep breath and spoke up.
    “Here’s an idea, Luke. How about you just say ‘thank you’ and we’ll all move on? Picking a fight about it isn’t going to do anything, and you know it.”
    Luke snarled at Ryan.
    “You’re too much of a pussy to fight me anyhow, Ryan. You always leave it to your twin. And a fight would certainly help me de-stress, which I need, especially after my day of dealing with a fucking reporter crawling up my ass.”
    “What for?” Ryan asked as Dylan tilted his head in query. He wanted to know that, too.
    Luke glared fire and daggers. “Over the fact Cameron is sticking to his story that two big spotty cats rescued him. Maybe I should have just given little Miss Reporter your mobile numbers. Let you deal with the mess you’ve made.”
    Dylan grimaced a little and looked away from the man before him. He’d hoped the boy would think he’d been dreaming or something. Hell, who took anything a four year old said as truth? Ryan had another go at placating Luke.
    “Luke, honestly, we wouldn’t have done the rescue in feline form if we absolutely didn’t have to. That slope was too steep, and there were too many loose rocks and debris. We didn’t intend to cause any issues for you. We were simply attempting to save a scared little boy before he slipped and fell, probably to his death.”
    Dylan rolled his eyes and flexed his biceps and shoulders. He didn’t know why his twin was trying so hard to talk their way out of this, when Dylan was more than willing to solve things with a good old fashioned throw down with the guy. His animal instincts were flaring on high alert and needed an outlet. Apparently, Luke was in a similar state of mind.
    Luke stormed up to stand in front of Ryan, his nostrils flaring. Dylan growled, and when Luke made the mistake of grabbing a fist full of his brother’s shirt, he pounced.
    That was a mistake, asshole.
    Dylan shoved Luke’s shoulder so that the prick faced away from Ryan. He pulled back his arm and quickly landed a punch to the guy’s jaw. The sound of his fist cracking against thinly veiled bone had his senses buzzing, so much so, that he barely felt the sting in this knuckles. He heard Ryan’s sigh as Dylan attempted to land a second punch. Dylan growled when Luke blocked the blow before delivering one of his own. As Luke’s fist slammed against his ribs, Dylan’s breath rushed from his lungs. Damn that hurt. A growl rumbled out of his chest as he fought down the urge to shift before they both fell to the floor while they wrestled each other for control.
    “Oi! No fighting in the bar! You boys calm down or take it outside!”
    With a raised eyebrow, Dylan glanced over when he heard Trent hollering from the safety of behind the bar. With a long suffering sigh, Ryan wrenched him away from Luke, and Dylan staggered to his feet. Dylan had planned on letting it end there. He didn’t want to get banned from the only pub that was anywhere near their home, but Luke obviously had other ideas. As soon as the bastard found his feet he lunged at Dylan, hands outstretched and curled as if he had his lion claws out ready to attack him with. Was he planning on shifting in the middle of the bar?
    “What the fuck? Cut the shit, Luke.”
    Ryan’s voice was little more than a growl as he planted a hand on Luke’s chest to keep him from reaching Dylan. Luke slapped Ryan’s hand away and took a swing at him. Rage clouded Dylan’s vision. No one messed with his twin. No one. With a growl Dylan barreled straight into the stupid lion.
    A low hiss sound was the only warning before ice cold water hit him in the back of the head. Dylan curled his lip as he spun around on his