Only two people came by to check on her, but they both took one look at O’Shea standing guard and skittered away. Milly had told him to stand guard over her—to not move—the last words she’d managed before starting her marathon puke session.
The candle maker’s wax was still secure in his waistband, but that too was out of his reach. Milly hadn’t given him leave to do anything other than what he was doing.
Nothing. Just him and his brain scrambling for a way out of this fucking gong show. What he wouldn’t give to be just a werewolf . . .he blinked several times, struggled with the fact that he’d actually thought that. Being made a slave by Milly made his previous issues seem . . . trite.
A snap of wind coursed passed him, and he closed his eyes against the movement and moisture it brought with it. That one blink was all it took, and he and Milly were no longer alone.
The figure in front of him was all too familiar. O’Shea remembered clearly the spell the vampire had put on Rylee, how she’d fought him on her own. His muscles tensed, but he could do nothing. But Faris didn’t even look at him. As if O’Shea wasn’t even there.
“Milly,” Faris said, his tone condescending. “If the baby is giving you that much difficulty, we could correct the situation.”
She whirled, her face an odd mixture of green and white under the starlight. “Faris, you shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I could have killed you!”
He laughed, the bastard just laughed at her. “Oh, please. Don’t be stupid.”
Her face went from white and green to just white.
Please let them kill each other.
If only it were that simple. Faris walked to Milly and tucked her arm in his, an old fashioned gesture that forced her to his side. “Come now, let’s have a chat, shall we?” They were facing him now, walking his way.
“No, I said I’d help you, it didn’t work. I’m free of any obligation,” Milly said, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. O’Shea took it all in, attempting to memorize everything he heard and saw. There was no telling what would be useful later.
Faris smiled down at her, his fangs just peeking out past his lower lip. “Now, what would make you so foolish as to think you can take care of yourself now? Surely not your FBI agent-turned lobotomized wolf over there?”#p#分页标题#e#
O’Shea watched in fascination as Milly stiffened. “He wouldn’t hurt me, not while I’m pregnant.”
Faris’ eyebrows lifted. “Really? I think you should ask him—and make sure you tell him to be truthful about it.”
O’Shea knew a trap when he felt it tightening around him.
“Liam,” Milly said and Faris’ eyes snapped wide, staring hard at him.
“Stop. This is . . .Liam?”
Animosity flowed off the vampire; O’Shea could smell the anger and jealousy as if it were a fine bouquet. Fuck, what had he done to piss off the vampire?
Faris stepped close to him and took in a deep breath. “Oh, I see, you aren’t just a werewolf, are you?”
Liam felt the rage in the pit of his belly bubbling up and he fought to control it. Nothing he could do about it anyway.
They stood like that, toe to toe, nearly nose to nose. The scent of blood and death rolled around the vampire like incense coiling through a room. That wasn’t what got his attention though.
The smell of Rylee on Faris’ breath lit a rage in him he didn’t even try to hold back.
The fury broke up and through the hold Milly had on him; his arms twitched despite the torc. O’Shea wanted nothing more than to rip the smug vampire’s head from his shoulders, bathe in his blood, and . . . the images assaulting him stopped him cold. Not that he’d moved more than a twitch, but it was enough.
“I think you should let your” —Faris made air quotes with his fingers— “wolf,” then he laughed and went on, “go. I’d like to see what he kind of damage he could do on his own.”
Milly made eye contact with O’Shea. “Tell me the truth; would you protect me and the baby from anything?”
He snarled his answer, not caring if it damned him. “No. I’d let whatever monster wanted a piece of you take you and your god forsaken soul to hell along with whatever devil spawn you carry.”
She gasped and reeled backwards, a hand to her chest. As if she was truly shocked.
Faris laughed and patted O’Shea on the shoulder. “I think maybe I like you a little more. Agent Wolf.” The vampire leaned in and spoke softly. “But you should know, Rylee will be mine.”
He lifted blue eyes to his, the depths of them glittering with hatred.
“All of her will be mine.”