I glared.
A gentle shake of his head, his fingers delicately massaging my tense back muscles, and he whispered, “If there was anyone in the house who shouldn’t be, I would hear them.” He bent his head, rubbing his cheek against mine soothingly. His was bristly. Heated lips against my ear, he breathed even more quietly, “Although, I can tell you the cook is getting it on with one of the servants right now. Their heartbeats are going crazy.”
That jarred me from the shaking mess I had become, and I chuckled hard, my body shaking for a different reason now. A pleasant one.
“That’s it,” Ezra murmured on a mere exhale, his words only for us. “Just keep thinking about those old geezers getting their freak on.” He chuckled himself. “I have to listen to it every other night. Half the time they complain about their joints aching before, during, and after. I actually bought earplugs.”
Snorting, I relaxed my arms around his neck, sliding my hands to his shoulders.
That’s when the scent intensified.
My eyes blazed bright and my wolf growled low as my body vibrated.
Ezra paused too, but a second later he shook his head next to mine, teasing, “It could be that I need to buy you a night-light.” He lifted his head just enough so that our eyes were a few inches apart. “There’s no one here, sweetheart.”
A golden light blazed next to the bed in the shape of an immense bubble.
Our heads snapped to it; his Vampire’s growl actually overrode my wolf’s.
Ezra gripped my back tight and, with Vampire speed, blurred, pushing with his other hand and rising onto his knees with me in his arms, the too-quick motion making my head spin. The other occupants of the bed were stirring from our predators’ growls, right as the golden bubble burst outward in a sparkling display of beauty, but with a force that had me screaming and Ezra rotating his back to take the brunt of the explosion, protecting me. He grunted, the blast hitting him full on, and his eyes instantly closed as we collapsed back to our original positions on the bed, me under him and getting the breath knocked from my lungs as we landed, the magic having touched everyone on the bed, but me.
I choked, trying to get air in, and, suddenly, saw King Venclaire, King Kincaid, and Antonio standing where the bubble had been, their scents flooding the room as I finally inhaled and caught my breath, my eyes wide in shock, my body stunned motionless.
Antonio shook his head in disappointment. “You should have paid attention to your instincts, Lil.”
King Kincaid tapped his nose, growling, “Always trust your senses.”
Antonio lifted a hand, and flicked a glowing finger in my direction.
My eyes widened even further as a tiny, gold spark flew right at me. Jolting, I tried to get out from under Ezra’s unconscious weight, but the gold spark hit me dead center on the forehead. I saw nothing else as darkness took me under.
Blinking my eyes open to the dark night, I instantly knew I wasn’t where I should be. The side of my face laid on cool sand, along with the rest of my body, a quiet breeze ruffling my hair. Scents flooded my awareness that weren’t standard to waking. Wild scents.
Also, there were the sounds behind me.
A lion’s roar.
A wolf’s growl.
A panther’s snarl.
A monkey’s screech.
A bear’s roar.
Slowly, very damn slowly, I turned my head just enough to peek behind me. Peering through my hair, I saw all of those beasts — a lot of freaking animals — heading my way in a slow stalk, their eyes shining as they reflected the lamplight illuminating the zoo’s walkways for the exhibit I was currently lying in, the area where I lay a replica of the Sahara with red sand and ugly, pale brush sticking up sporadically.
Oh, shit.
Even more slowly than before — no sudden movements — I turned my face back the way it had been. Jack, Pearl, and Ezra lay behind me in a pile of arms and limbs, sleeping, all of us still in our pajamas. And the worst part was we were trapped. There was a vast sand wall stretching up at least fifty feet to where a railing lined the top, normally where visitors could look down at the exhibit.
Instead of visitors, all four Kings stood there, beholding us.
King Fergus had a pebble raised, as if he had been in the process of throwing it at us, but lowered it seeing I was awake.
Oh, well thank you for waking me, so I could see death stalk me.
Antonio was there too, sitting on the railing and swinging his legs back and forth merrily, appearing entertained. They had trespassed in the damn zoo. Stuck us in this exhibit.
What the hell?
One day I would…I didn’t know, but I would get payback.
Ten, maybe a hundred, fold.
Over the animal’s threatening calls, King Kincaid decreed, “This is your challenge for funneling.” My jaw dropped, and he paused, his eyes on mine as he shrugged. “Stop them from killing you.”
My friends were starting to stir, their reactions the same as mine when they saw what was headed our way and, still not moving, my eyes on my King, I hissed stridently, “I’ve never controlled a wild animal. Only Shifters.”
Surprise showed on the Kings’ faces, their attention swinging to King Kincaid.
Chortling this time, he shrugged once more. “You better hope you’re a quick learner.”
“Oh. My. God,” Pearl whispered, fear straining her voice. “They can’t be serious.” She was beginning to back-pedal on her hands and knees, but she quickly hit the sand wall.
“Have you all lost your damn minds?” Ezra shouted, furious, his glowing eyes on the Kings and his fangs extending. Apparently, he didn’t know you weren’t supposed to make all that racket around wild animals. They roared or growled or hissed even louder. He didn’t seem to care. “She just said she doesn’t know how!”
Jack ignored all this, though his face was pale, and he asked, “Where are our mates?”
“Sleeping peacefully and safely back at King Venclaire’s home,” Antonio chirped, and pointed down to the left. “What’s in that shadowed area over there?”
“Gorillas,” King Nelson stated, cracking his back. “They were harder than the bears to get down there.”
“Hello!” Ezra yelled, jumping to his feet, but lowered to a crouch as the animals went wild. “Did you crazy fucks hear me?”
“Oh, we heard you,” King Kincaid murmured, glaring, his voice dryer than the sand under us. “We’re choosing to ignore you.” His gaze leveled with mine. “I can’t believe you let some,” his wolf growled low, “Vampire dissuade you from your initial instinct. You’re a Shifter! You knew something was wrong, and you let him persuade you everything was fine.” He paused. “For that, I added,” he pointed down to the right, “them.”
Ezra’s attention snapped to me. His eyebrows lowered and his wide lips pinched. He didn’t say he was sorry, but I could tell by his gaze he felt — somewhat — apologetic.
I turned my head to where my King was pointing. Saw alligators coming out of a small body of water. Huge freaking alligators.
“They’re hard to control,” King Kincaid stated factually, then chuckled quietly. “Kind of like Vampires.” He clapped once. “Enjoy.”
Without warning, we were swiftly doused. In blood. Pig’s blood from the smell of it.
Pearl shrieked, her golden hair plastered to her face and shoulders, red rivulets running down into her cleavage, her golden pajamas not so golden anymore.
Jack gagged, wiping the blood from his eyes, and glared up at the Kings.
Ezra and I just scowled at King Nelson and King Fergus as they lowered the previously full buckets they had just dumped on us.
Not even bothering to wipe his face, Ezra asked through clenched teeth, “Why couldn’t I hear your heartbeats earlier? And what was that explosion?”
“What explosion?” Jack asked, choking as blood ran off his hair into his mouth.
Antonio waggled his fingers, sitting easily on the railing. “Just
a little specialty of mine I learned a long time ago from one hell of a sneaky devil. It blocks every Mystical’s senses but a Shifter’s. To them,” his head teetered in thought, “it makes them anxious. Nervous. They can scent who’s inside the magic, but it’s dull and off base, a scent not right.” He paused, thoughtful. “Plainly, it freaks them out.”
King Kincaid sighed. “Honey, behind you.”
My friends froze, their eyes widening on their crimson, damp faces, staring over me.
Not a good sign.
A roar sounded directly behind me, and I instinctively rolled, barely missing being swiped by deadly grizzly-bear claws. The brute of a bear rose on its hind legs, roaring again, drool dripping from the corners of its mouth. Thank you God that my wolf didn’t let me go out a wimp.
My wolf growled back as I sprang to my feet.
Jumped with a bit of my Shifter strength.
I clocked the grizzly right on the side of its gigantic, frigging furry head, landing in a crouch, again, barely missing a wayward paw full of claws as it stumbled back, a funky whimpering sound eliciting from the beast.
My wolf growled as I gradually straightened.
The bear didn’t come back.
Yet again, King Kincaid sighed. “Lily, don’t harm the animals, just keep them from attacking you. Get control of them by funneling.” He paused. “You’d better hurry up. I think they like the smell of the blood.” A merciless chuckle.
“This is seriously more twisted than mine,” Jack hissed, standing to his feet and moving behind me. “I don’t think we’re getting out of it, though.”
Pearl and Ezra quickly moved behind me.
The mass of wild animals were now within twenty yards of us. There were so many of them. It was hard to concentrate, much less come up with an idea on the fly to stop them. From grizzlies to cougars to gorillas, well, it was intimidating.
We quickly made the link. There was nothing else to do but do it.
Through the warm haze, I whispered, “I want them to stop.”
A feeling like I had never felt invaded my warmth as I stared at the swarm of animals. I felt each and every one of my best friends’ unique brand of magical will invade me, touching my Core, and sit alongside mine as I pushed my power, my charged will, forward, shoving it on the animals in front of me. It was enchanting.
The animals didn’t stop.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my thoughts flying in circles as I tried to piece this puzzle together. I didn’t truly think it was because I was a hybrid. I could feel the part of me that was Vampire in my Core, and it was almost like it was taking a nap, being dormant for this. So, no, it wasn’t that. But what else could it be? My hands trembled as the animals slowly closed in another five yards. “I want their paws glued to the ground, unable to move.”
I felt the combined push of our wills. It didn’t help. Said paws still moved forward.
I whimpered, my eyes scanning. They were all so fierce. All so untamed. All wild. Each ready to savagely tear us apart. Another whimper escaped when they were only ten yards away, those long, bared teeth all I could see, all so primitive.
Wait.
Primitive…
Wild…
Untamed…
An animal that was primitive or wild or untamed doesn’t just “stop”. They have to have a reason to do so. They don’t think logical, rational thoughts. Animal. Not Shifter. I knew enough, my wolf being fearless and imprudent when I shifted, that I should have figured this out before they made it this close. They think with instincts, with how their body is feeling. Like, right now, they were hungry, and smelled the blood, so they were going to eat. Or, if they were protective, they would fight to defend their territory.
If I wanted them to stop, they would have to be…
“Tired,” I mumbled rapidly. “I want them exhausted. So tired they can’t move.”
I pushed our will of lethargy on the mass of animals not five yards away.
It worked. Kind of.
Almost all of the animals were affected by our will, but King Kincaid had been correct. Those damn alligators gave us the most trouble, waddling drunkenly, fighting our will all the way to an inch from my toes before they plopped down, hitting the sand like the other animals had, sleeping, each making a wild kind of snore. All of them.
Absurdly, a thought came to mind, making me giggle and earning me a few glances.
These snoring beasts had nothing on Nikki.
Politely, I kept that to myself.
Chapter Eighteen
Anyone would think after our first two tests in funneling that the Kings would have been just as aggressive on Ezra and Pearl during their tests.
They weren’t.
Ezra’s was accomplished inside of a class reunion at the local Com high school. The place had been packed, and the Kings and Antonio had snuck us in through a back entrance. They had taken us behind the bleachers, and then King Venclaire had ordered Ezra to command the entire group to do an action in unison. Well, there had been music playing, and Ezra had chuckled evilly. We had willed them to do the macarena for three songs straight. It had looked like a twisted version of zombie meets the drunken 90s.
After that, it had been Pearl’s turn. Oh, how she had been disappointed with her test. She’d had to make vegetables grow from seeds to full harvest within an hour. I had been impressed. Damn impressed. Especially because it hadn’t just been, like, one or two. It had been an entire field’s worth. We had done it, and when we had left the high grass field, I had really hoped the farmer had been ready to gather the harvest, because that was a whole lot of money down the drain if not.
After that, the Kings had let us rest for the remainder of the two days in the week. I couldn’t remember a time when I had been such a couch potato. Well, I could, but I didn’t like thinking of those memories. Dominic’s killers had never been found, so it was unpleasant reminiscing about him, knowing I had never served justice to those who had murdered him.
Friday came. Like it always did. Although, this time, while the four of us, Nikki, and Gideon started to relax and watch a movie in my bedroom, there was a knock at my door.
Swallowing my popcorn and wiping my buttery hands on my shorts, I opened my door, glaring at Jack behind me and saying a few words to threaten him with bodily harm if he started the movie without me. I turned back to the opened door. Stopped. Stared. Not at the person who had knocked, because that had just been King Kincaid, closest to the door. No, I stared at the man standing slightly behind and to his side.
My goodness, oh, my goodness.
I quickly swiped my mouth with the back of my hand, making sure I didn’t have any bits of popcorn lingering. Or drool. Come to mama, I sniffed, wolfy. Mmm-hmm.
Already smug, King Kincaid said softly, “Lily, I’d like to introduce you to,” a motion to the hottie, “Broderick Dressler. I believe I mentioned he would be dropping by,” crap, he had, “and his father and I have some business to take care of. It should take about an hour. Do you think you can entertain him while we’re meeting in my study?”
I nodded unintelligently, eyeing the wolf Shifter from head to toe.
He was giant. Like, seven feet tall giant. He was muscular like most Shifters, so he took up that much more space. His shiny silver hair hung almost to his shoulders, his eyes dark. His features might have been plain if evaluated separately, but together they made a perfect unity of naturally arched silver brows, a nose a smidge too long, and plump lips.
I was pretty sure I might have panted there for a moment.
The really beautiful part was he held eye contact with me for a long damn time before his gaze traveled over my facial features, and lower, giving me the exact same treatment I had given him. He didn’t even seem too impressed. Meaning, he had some balls to go along with all that scrumptiousness. It was possible I might, in fact, partake in a blind booty call, after all.
“He’ll break her,” Ezra complained in a whisper from my bed. “She’s too smal
l for him.”
“I don’t know,” Pearl stated just as softly, sounding factual. “She likes her men big.”
“I think I’m with Ezra on this one,” Jack grumbled almost silently.
My face flushed, my friends not so quiet when it was dead silent to begin with.
King Kincaid glared over my head, probably at Ezra, but said to me, “I’ll leave you two to it.” He patted Broderick’s shoulder before walking away.
He held out his hand. “Broderick.”
I shook his ginormous appendage. “Lily.” He nodded in greeting, releasing my hand, and I asked him bluntly, “Do you know why you’re really here?”
“We’re being set up,” he said with a slightly crooked grin that had my knees weakening. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “This has nothing to do with you, but I can’t say I’m all that thrilled about it.” He tilted his head, his silver hair dangling over his shoulder. “I’m not looking for anything serious. And,” he jerked his head at my friends, “they’re probably right. I’d break you.”
Jack stated not so quietly, “See? Even he agrees.”
Pearl hummed, not sounding convinced.
Neither was I.
“How about we go for a run?” I asked slowly, thinking this through. At least, trying to think, since my hormones were on overdrive. It had been a very long time since I had a bed partner. “See how it goes from there?”
Once more, his gaze roamed my body, and he nodded unhurriedly. “You’re good with nothing serious?”
Pearl chuckled behind me, but quickly coughed, trying to cover it.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “Not into serious.”
“Okay,” he murmured quietly, his voice getting deeper. “I’ll give you a head start.” He pulled his shirt over his head and started undoing his pants. He jerked his head in the direction of the stairs at the end of the hallway, obviously not shy. “You’d better hurry.” His voice was half growl.
A shiver of allure ran down my spine, and I mumbled over my shoulder, “Watch the movie. Don’t care.” Slamming the door behind me as I hurried out of the room, I raced down the hallway, tossing my own shirt over my head. Oh, hell yes. It had been too long.
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