nose as she eyed the room formulating a plan. If this asshole thought she’d just give in and let him rape her, he was in for one hell of a surprise. Taking one last deep breath, she opened her mouth wide and bit down on the hand covering her face. She’d expected Big Red to release her instantly, but even when she tasted the coppery tang of his blood, he continued to hold his hand clamped over her mouth as she struggled for freedom.
The chest behind her rumbled deep and low and had her stilling with the feral intensity of the sound. It was animalistic and frightening. Shit! She’d hurt the behemoth and now had no means of escape. Worse, the vision in her left eye suddenly wavered. She hadn’t gotten enough sleep, and her migraine was back with a vengeance.
As her eyesight lessened in one eye, her depth perception was thrown off, forcing Sky to clamp her left eye shut as she struggled to calm her breathing. She waited for her captor to declare his intentions. Rape, murder, was he the one who had Shy? She stilled, awaiting the declaration of her fate as she prayed her sight would recover fully.
***
It took York one touch to realize the woman in his arms was not Shy. It was her sister, his mate! The revelation was thrilling. He wouldn’t have to kill Leto to claim what was his, and his Angel hadn’t been touched by another Walker. Possessiveness, longing and sexual hunger tore through him as it mixed with a giddy elation that left him feeling light-headed.
“Easy,” he crooned at her ear, completely ignoring the sting in his hand. The beasts within him, who’d been close to the surface since they’d discovered the Megalya nearby, surged forth excitedly at the fact that their female had already marked them. He wanted to spin her around to face him, so he could kiss her, gift her with his halo, and then sink himself inside her, but the sudden scent of her fear stalled all thought but comforting and protecting.
“My name is York. Shy sent me to find you.” His declaration didn’t ease any of the tension from the small frame that he held clamped to his front. Slowly, he lowered his hand.
“Prove it,” his female snarled angrily. She was nothing like her timid sister.
“She said to tell you,” Aww shit! What was it Shy had said? She’d made him memorize a phrase that would prove to her sister that he was an ally. What in the hell had Shy said? He couldn’t think straight. Her tiny body clamped to his front had his mind going other places.
He felt his female go rigid in his arms and knew she was planning something.
“Wait!” he commanded. “It was something about battle.” Yeah, that was it. “Battle and blood.”
He got one feminine snort before the petite frame in his arms exploded in a flurry of motion that he didn’t have time for. The Megalya and his friend were on their way up, and he had to get his mate to safety. NOW!
Taller than most Walkers, York’s frame boasted even more muscle than his brethren. He didn’t even need to struggle to move his unwilling mate. Simply clamping both hands on slender hips, he lifted and turned her before bending and tossing her over his shoulder, and hurrying toward the door. She punched at his back and tried to kick free of the arm that held her legs clamped, but it was useless.
“HEY! PUT ME DOWN! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
He smiled as he stalked down the hall toward one stair well. His nostrils flared as he opened the door scenting for the Megalya. The coast was clear. They must have taken the elevator.
“Where do you think you’re taking me? I’m going to fucking scream! LET ME GO!”
He needed his female quiet. “You need to be quiet, men are coming for you. We need to escape.” If it had been Shy, his plea might have worked, but the bundle of dynamite slung over his shoulder wasn’t so easily subdued. He felt her draw in a deep breath