Kane does well not to look at me and give it away. "We drove like hell. Where's Dray?"
"He's doing some of his dark angel mumbo-jumbo, trying to get a glimpse of this girl by using some of her personal things," Zee murmurs.
Suddenly, the two lycan girls are walking toward us. Sierra's auburn ringlets are bouncing, though I think lycans should have to bear dark hair like the rest of the dark entities.
Amy's midnight black hair is illuminated slightly by the glow of the moonlight beaming down on her. The orange in her eyes flickers as she sees me, and Kane's arm slides protectively around my waist.
Amy growls low in her throat, her upper lip twitching into a snarl, and Kane's eyes flash blue to warn her off. I'd almost like to kiss him right now just to piss her off.
Yes. I'm that frigging bitchy at this point.
I lean into him instead, which forces a wry grin to pop up on his lips, and his tame, green eyes come back to rest over the blue.
"Stop with the territorial growling out here," Dray grumbles, tossing a shirt bearing the witch's scent to Sierra. "Let's find our human witch."
