Drantos(68)
“She was hiding amongst the humans. She mated with one and had two daughters. This is one of them. Kraven is with the other.”
The woman had a graceful, almost catlike way of moving as she advanced. Her nostrils flared and she jerked to a halt. Her eyes narrowed and fixed on Drantos. Anger was an easy emotion to read.
“You fucked it? I smell you all over her.”
“She’s mine, Yonda.”
“No.” She shook her head, some of her long hair falling forward and hiding one breast. “That can’t be.”
“It is.”
Yonda paled considerably. “She reeks of human. This can’t be! You can’t accept a human. You’re the first son. She’s not good enough for you!”
“She carries VampLycan blood. It’s faint but there. And you know it’s not a requirement.”
The scary woman snarled and lowered her chin, glaring at Dusti. If looks could kill…I’d be dying right now. She inched closer to Drantos and even took a step back, putting part of her body behind his. It was impossible to look away from that much rage, all of it directed at her. She just didn’t know why Yonda hated her enough to look as if she wanted to tear her apart.
“Enough,” Drantos ordered. “Don’t even think about it. She belongs to me and I’ll defend her. I’d hate to hit you but I would.”
Dusti usually resented when he spoke possessively of her but at that moment, she was glad. The woman took a step back but she didn’t appear happy about it. Pure anger seemed to radiate off her. It confused Dusti but it was also scary. She’d witnessed that woman changing from a hellish beast. She could revert back.
“Yonda,” Drantos snapped. “Go cool down.”
Yonda didn’t budge. She turned her anger on him. “Does she know how important your place is with our clan? She’s weak, Drantos. You can’t do this! Did you explain your duties to her as first son?”
“It’s none of your business. Butt out, Yonda.”
“You’ve always been my business! I can’t allow you to make such a huge mistake.”
Dusti glanced between the pair, a sick feeling settling in her stomach. She suspected Yonda had been one of the women Drantos had slept with. She studied her—and then a worse suspicion clawed at her. She had to ask the question that she wanted to know most.
“Are you his girlfriend?”
Yonda didn’t spare her a glance, her gaze locked on Drantos. “We don’t use those terms. What do you call it when he sleeps in my bed more than he does his own?”#p#分页标题#e#
Dusti tried to extricate her hand from his. Drantos had a girlfriend but he’d slept with her.
She felt betrayed and her fears became reality. She thought he might break her heart and but hadn’t expected their budding romance to come to a screeching halt so soon. It hurt far worse than she thought it would. She’d come to care about him deeper than she’d realized until that minute. The tearing pain in her chest proved that.
He turned his head and frowned at her. “I can explain.”
“Let me go.”
He refused. “Dusti, you don’t understand.”
“Were you sleeping with her before you met me? Do you live at her house?”
“I slept there sometimes. I don’t live with her. It’s not how you think.”
“Let me go,” she repeated, louder. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was hurt and angry. “I don’t want you touching me. You’re a cheating bastard and you made me a part of it.” She glanced at Yonda. “I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”
“He’s too good for you,” Yonda spat.
Now the woman was just being rude and bitchy. Dusti twisted on her hand and shoved against Drantos with her other one. “Let go.”
“You call it a ‘fuck buddy’ in your world.” He sounded and looked furious. “We had no commitment.” He snapped his head in Yonda’s direction. “Tell her!”
“You think that helps your case?” Dusti punched his arm, still trying to get him to free her hand. He held it tight enough it almost hurt. “We have another term in my world that applies too. You’re a man-whore. No thanks. I’m so done. Let go.”
“What is going on here?”
The deep voice of a man startled Dusti and she twisted her head, staring at the mid-thirty-something big guy storming out of the woods. He was dressed at least, not a creature. He wore a shirt, faded jeans, and running shoes. His hair was a little long and she took note of the resemblance to Drantos. It was probably another cousin of his.