weren’t too bad. Except my arm still screamed at me. Damn. That tonic hadn’t kept me under long enough to do any good.
“Hey, look. I got the job done. I found the cocksucker and he’s not going to be going around selling cheap drugs and claiming you knew about it,” a voice said. That voice—
I jerked upright, sucking in harsh, deep breaths as I looked around. That voice was familiar. I didn’t like that voice. I couldn’t remember why—
Two people were staring at me.
TJ—the werewolf who’d taken me in a few years ago—was one of them.
The other one was the witch I’d seen getting the shit beaten out of him. The bruising was fading from his face and his green eyes looked even greener. Now, those green eyes dipped down and a smile spread across his face. Something about it made me look down and I felt a blush heat my face as I realized my tits were bared for all the world to see.
“Justin, quit thinking with your dick,” TJ snapped, tossing a shirt at me before wheeling her way over to my side. Her gaze was hard as she stared at me. “Colleen is coming over to deal with your arm. I ought to let you be miserable with it, though.”
“Hey, I was just trying to help.” I tried to figure out the best way to get the shirt on and in the end, dealt with the indignity of letting TJ help me.
Years before I’d met her, TJ had been wounded—badly—by her Alpha. She’d told me that she’d tried to escape the insane son of a bitch and when he’d caught her, he’d punished her by amputating her legs. A werewolf can heal from that, but she’d never had the chance. A witch had forced a healing on her in that very state, leaving her legs nothing but stumps. She’d never run as a wolf should run. But she’d carved out her own territory down here in Florida and her word was law.
Of course, this Justin, whoever he was, didn’t look too fazed by her. He continued to watch me, that heated grin still on his face as I finished wiggling around to get the shirt in place, holding back the whimpers more than once as I jarred my arm. Colleen couldn’t get here fast enough. She was a witch who knew how to heal and while some innate part of me rejected needing help from anybody, I couldn’t be handicapped with a busted arm, either.
Feeling the weight of that watchful gaze, I slid the man another look. His eyes were intent as I finished buttoning up the shirt one-handed. “The way you act, you’d think you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before,” I muttered.
“Oh, I’ve seen breasts before.” That grin widened. “That doesn’t mean I’m fool enough to pass up the opportunity to admire them any chance I get.”
Since there was no safe answer to that, I just ignored him. “Anybody want to fill me in on what’s going on?”
Next to me, TJ sighed.
The witch opened his mouth.
“Shut it, Justin.”
Justin. I flicked him a look, a longer one this time. He was still smiling, a sly one that suited his pretty features. And he was pretty, even under those fading bruises.
“Justin’s a freelance witch,” TJ said, drawing my attention back to her. “I’ve been having…issues. Somebody is running drugs through here and claiming ties to me.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That’s bullshit. You aren’t into drugs.”
“Only because it’s not worth the hassle.” She shrugged and looked away. “And… there are sometimes unwanted complications. But this is different. This shit’s been laced with silver and it killed two dumbass wolves up in Orlando. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about it because anybody stupid enough to mess with night—”
“Night?” I’d heard that phrase, several times now. Somehow I didn’t think she meant the opposite of day .
She lifted a brow. “It’s a narcotic for shifters. Regular drugs don’t affect us. Metabolism throws it off. That’s why our alcohol content has to be higher in order for us to even get a hint of a buzz and why I told you it’s off limits for
“Hey, look. I got the job done. I found the cocksucker and he’s not going to be going around selling cheap drugs and claiming you knew about it,” a voice said. That voice—
I jerked upright, sucking in harsh, deep breaths as I looked around. That voice was familiar. I didn’t like that voice. I couldn’t remember why—
Two people were staring at me.
TJ—the werewolf who’d taken me in a few years ago—was one of them.
The other one was the witch I’d seen getting the shit beaten out of him. The bruising was fading from his face and his green eyes looked even greener. Now, those green eyes dipped down and a smile spread across his face. Something about it made me look down and I felt a blush heat my face as I realized my tits were bared for all the world to see.
“Justin, quit thinking with your dick,” TJ snapped, tossing a shirt at me before wheeling her way over to my side. Her gaze was hard as she stared at me. “Colleen is coming over to deal with your arm. I ought to let you be miserable with it, though.”
“Hey, I was just trying to help.” I tried to figure out the best way to get the shirt on and in the end, dealt with the indignity of letting TJ help me.
Years before I’d met her, TJ had been wounded—badly—by her Alpha. She’d told me that she’d tried to escape the insane son of a bitch and when he’d caught her, he’d punished her by amputating her legs. A werewolf can heal from that, but she’d never had the chance. A witch had forced a healing on her in that very state, leaving her legs nothing but stumps. She’d never run as a wolf should run. But she’d carved out her own territory down here in Florida and her word was law.
Of course, this Justin, whoever he was, didn’t look too fazed by her. He continued to watch me, that heated grin still on his face as I finished wiggling around to get the shirt in place, holding back the whimpers more than once as I jarred my arm. Colleen couldn’t get here fast enough. She was a witch who knew how to heal and while some innate part of me rejected needing help from anybody, I couldn’t be handicapped with a busted arm, either.
Feeling the weight of that watchful gaze, I slid the man another look. His eyes were intent as I finished buttoning up the shirt one-handed. “The way you act, you’d think you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before,” I muttered.
“Oh, I’ve seen breasts before.” That grin widened. “That doesn’t mean I’m fool enough to pass up the opportunity to admire them any chance I get.”
Since there was no safe answer to that, I just ignored him. “Anybody want to fill me in on what’s going on?”
Next to me, TJ sighed.
The witch opened his mouth.
“Shut it, Justin.”
Justin. I flicked him a look, a longer one this time. He was still smiling, a sly one that suited his pretty features. And he was pretty, even under those fading bruises.
“Justin’s a freelance witch,” TJ said, drawing my attention back to her. “I’ve been having…issues. Somebody is running drugs through here and claiming ties to me.”
I wrinkled my nose. “That’s bullshit. You aren’t into drugs.”
“Only because it’s not worth the hassle.” She shrugged and looked away. “And… there are sometimes unwanted complications. But this is different. This shit’s been laced with silver and it killed two dumbass wolves up in Orlando. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about it because anybody stupid enough to mess with night—”
“Night?” I’d heard that phrase, several times now. Somehow I didn’t think she meant the opposite of day .
She lifted a brow. “It’s a narcotic for shifters. Regular drugs don’t affect us. Metabolism throws it off. That’s why our alcohol content has to be higher in order for us to even get a hint of a buzz and why I told you it’s off limits for
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