It wasn’t the Dreambitch. The horns were pretty distinctive, even if my nose wasn’t screaming her identity. A Satyr. I wasn’t sure what to think of her being there—but then I sniffed again. She wasn’t alone. Two other distinct scents, one of which set my beast to purring like a bloody Sabre.
The Satyr planted her hands on her hips and glared up at me. Considering I could shred her in an instant, it was pretty damned brave.
“Why are you here?” she sniped. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
I snorted steam at her. It was surprising that she knew anything about me. “She has somethings that is mine.”
The Satyr waved. “She’ll return it when she’s ready. She is resting now.”
“Hello, Havoc.”
I spun to see the Dragona rising from beneath a tree.
“What the fucking hells are you doings here?” Although I’d suspected, of course. Because of what the Dreambitch had become when she’d Jumped to us.
“I am a student now,” she said. “Don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. I’m Vali.”
“Don’ts care,” I said.
She tilted her head to regard me with amber eyes. “You should, considering I am here because of you.”
“You two know each other?” The third voice came from inside the arbor, and it sent a tremor straight through me. The Dreambitch appeared through the vines with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, with dark circles beneath her eyes.
“Havoc saved my life.” Vali tucked her hair behind her ears.
“I lets you go,” I growled. “Nots the same thing.”
She shrugged.
The Satyr’s mouth was hanging open, but the Dreambitch dropped the blanket and walked forward, her gaze locked on me. The Dragona might have a seductive beauty, and the Satyr’s scent struck straight to my dick, but to both my monster, and my beast, there was no contest.
Good thing my human was in control.
“I take it you’ve come to fetch Fang?” she asked.
“Yess,” I growled.
She walked straight up to me and glared. “If you’re here to say goodbye, the least you can do is say it as a human.”
Bloody woman. “Just gives me Fang.”
She crossed her arms. “No.”
I briefly contemplated pouncing on her, but when both my monster and my beast proclaimed it an excellent idea, along with fucking raunchy visuals, I ground my teeth together, and embraced my human form.
Her glare didn’t soften one bit. “So you’re leaving?”
“Yep,” I growled, trying to ignore how damned good she smelled.
“What about Isobel and Brock?”
“I’ll take my chances.” Better out there with them, than here with her. Her scent swirled around me, and I clamped my jaw shut. It was compelling—and yet, different, too.
There was something new in her aroma. The slightest hint of ozone.
Fucking hell. I needed to get out of here. “Give me Fang.”
She tilted her head, and her gaze narrowed. “Isobel has run off with all the children at the Centaur colony near Richin.”
