in his pale blue eyes.
When he bent over to kiss her, she was unable to pull herself out of a trance, her lips instinctively parting, her eyelids closing.
She jerked upright when the back door opened. Swearing, Dejan pulled away when an unfamiliar human woman, probably the same age as Tatiana, sat beside her.
The woman’s teeth chattered while she flashed a thin smile. “Hi. I’m Natasha. They said I can wait here with you.” Her voice was sultry, with a slight rasp and a thick accent, possibly Russian.
“Okay?” Tatiana said, her libido deflating as Dejan leaned back. “I’m Tatiana.” She motioned to Dejan, who loosened his hold on her. “And this is Dejan.”
“Nice to meet you.” She rubbed her arms through her fur coat. “It’s so cold outside.”
Tatiana shared a questioning look with Dejan before looking back at the human. Her waist-length, black fur coat and matching gloves were her only source of warmth. She wore a short, tight black leather skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black heels. Not exactly the best attire for a woman alone in the middle of a snowy Romanian forest. Her black eyeliner and lipstick matched her straight black hair, which was cut in a short bob to her chin. It offset her pale face. More striking than her choice of clothes was her lavender perfume, which was so strong, Tatiana struggled to breathe.
“Damn,” Dejan muttered, plugging his nose.
She looked at the ugly red bump on the side of the woman’s forehead, no doubt a result of the crash. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” She smoothed a hand down one lean leg. “I just took a little spill.”
Dejan let out a low chuckle. “Your front end looks smashed.”
“So it is, but it’s a well-made car,” she said haughtily, “so my injury is minor.” She made a face as she surveyed the inside of their car.
Tatiana bristled. What a bitch. Sure, the brothers’ car wasn’t the newest model, and the leather was faded, but it was clean. Not to mention, they were doing her a favor. The human could’ve shown a little gratitude.
The men finally heaved the car all the way onto the road. Natasha licked her lips like a starving woman while watching Constantine adjust his thick coat. “What virile, strong men.”
Anger boiled in her veins. “They’re all spoken for,” she said between gritted teeth.
Dejan gently pinched her side, murmuring in her ear, “Don’t worry. We know it.”
“Of course, they are.” A slow smile spread across Natasha’s face, and a wicked gleam shone in her eyes. “The good ones are always taken, right?”
Tatiana glared at Natasha, refusing to answer, lest she say something she’d regret.
Something in Natasha’s direct look made Tatiana’s skin crawl. “Do they have girlfriends or wives?”
Anger infused Tatiana’s skull like the pressure in a steaming kettle. “I already said they’re spoken for.”
“Of course.” Natasha laughed. “I have a boyfriend anyway. His name is Sergey, and he’s very rich.”
As if she cared about this human’s mate.
“What’s an American girl doing so far from home?” Covering her mouth, Natasha emitted a nauseating giggle, one that sounded like a cross between a dying cat and the bride of Chucky.
Tatiana arched a brow. She was getting sick of this human. “Why do you want to know?”
“Just bullshitting.” Natasha winked. “As the Americans say.”
Tatiana crossed her arms. “I don’t say that.”
“They do in Texas. I visited there once.” Natasha gave her a seductive look and licked her teeth. “There was a girl there who reminded me of you, with long dark hair, pretty eyes, and a beautiful body.”
What the fuck was wrong with her? Was she looking for Tatiana to give her a black eye to go with her bump? Tatiana jutted a finger at the door. “Your car is out of the ditch. You can leave now.”
She giggled again, looking over Tatiana’s head at Dejan. “Thank you for allowing me into your warm car,” she cooed.
Fighting the urge to claw her eyes out, Tatiana balled her hands into fists as the woman slid out, hiking her short skirt even higher as she approached the men.
A low growl escaped Tatiana’s throat when Natasha strutted past Andrei, bumping his shoulder.
“Sheath your claws.” Dejan rubbed her shoulder. “We’re loyal to you. Promise.”
Tatiana realized she had no right to be so jealous when she’d been deliberately avoiding bonding with them, but she couldn’t help herself.
Andrei opened the car door, then sat beside her, kicking snow off his boots. After swinging his legs inside, he slammed the door and rubbed warmth