WingSpan (Taken on the Wing Book 1) by Elizabeth Munro Page A

blonde is more than six feet tall, the brunette several inches under but it’s the blonde Jenn sizes up as an adversary.
    Blondie glares at Mark then her eyes flash to Jenn. The blonde is jealous and stinks of arousal, grabbing a can of salmon from the kitchen counter and jamming a fork full into her mouth.
    “ This is the royal?” she demands around the mouthful of fish.
    Jenn’s nose wrinkles as Mark pulls her in tight, getting his big arm around and tucking her in under his shoulder.
    “We saw the scorched circle around your house, Talon,” the brunette says. “You can’t keep denying it.”
    “No wonder Torrent is so pissed,” Blondie laughs and lowers her eyes on Mark as she fingers a heavy gold chain.
    Jesus, she’s eying his gear right in front of me, Jenn thinks but she’s so weirded out by the scene before her she doesn’t do any more than grab Mark around the middle and hold on.
    “Hi, Shadow,” the brunette waves. “I’m Feather, Talon is my brother.”
    “Hi,” Jenn answers, her voice no more than a rush of air from her lungs. Now she’s certain the women have seen her and she slips free of Mark to duck behind him. She holds on to his shirt and buries her face between his shoulders.
    “Maybe she’ll come out for treats?” Blondie laughs and Jenn can hear the fork rattle in the big empty can. “I think I deserve an introduction.”
    Mark’s hand finds Jenn’s lower back and rubs so Jenn peeks out to see the blonde still failing at eye contact.
    “Hey, Blondie,” Jenn growls, finding her voice and confidence now she’s hidden behind Mark. Using her words. She holds a hand up at eye level, reminding herself very much of Terry keeping Nuke in line. “Eyes at least this high, bitch.”
    Jenn’s never called anyone a bitch and is horrified by the choice of words but damn it, Blondie’s ogling her man and deserves a reminder the view isn’t free.
    “Not in my house, Swift,” Mark yells as he pushes Jenn back toward the hall.
    The can drops to the floor as Blondie gets her arms out but then Jenn sees they’re not her arms; Blondie’s arms end in claws and the other limbs appear to fill out with brown feathers and take up the whole kitchen. Canisters and drying dishes go flying everywhere.
    “Bad angel!” Jenn gasps as Feather grabs Blondie by the wrists and pushes her toward the back door.
    “Not in my house!” Mark shouts and Blondie stops struggling with his sister though she looks just as angry. He has Jenn sandwiched between his chest and the wall and she struggles to see as Blondie’s shrieks and holy shit her wings disappear outside.
    Feather closes the door and for nearly a minute there’s nothing but heavy breathing, Blondie’s fading cries and the smell of canned salmon.
    “Talon?” Feather approaches cautiously.
    Jenn looks up and her heart pounds even harder when she sees his eyes have gone completely black. She’s unable to retreat further into the wall so she lets her knees go, hoping to find escape below but he takes her elbows and holds her up before resting his lips on her forehead.
    “Talon?”
    He takes a deep breath and blinks. Jenn watches with a mix of relief and horror as the whites return to his eyes.
    “Talon, you need to take her before Arden,” Feather says. She rests her hand on Mark’s shoulder and his muscles relax as she gets his attention. Whatever is coming from Feather isn’t the same rancid and desperate arousal that came from Blondie. It’s much more intimate and much less threatening. Jenn wishes Feather would touch her like that; reassure her that this is just another Oxycontin induced nightmare.
    “Arden,” Feather repeats. “Before Torrent gets you both before Sher.”
    “You shouldn’t be in the middle, Feather,” Mark takes a hand off Jenn to hold Feather by the back of the neck and she seems to calm down like he did at her touch. Jenn on the other hand feels more and more confused.
    “I won’t be,” Feather smiles. “I