That Girl is Poison - Milly Taiden Page 0,11
same time Kyro said, “Dibs.”
He watched her head toward the SUV. Xeon raised his brow at his beta. “In your dreams.”
“Oh, come on.”
“I really hope I don’t have to beat your ass over a woman. You may be a little taller, but I definitely have more brains and finesse.”
“Can’t you just share your toys?” Kyro smirked. “Your mom did teach you to share your shit, didn’t she?”
“I’m pretty sure I failed that lesson when it comes to my mate.” He watched Mara glance at the passenger seat then walk around to his side.
Xeon unlocked the doors when Mara put her hand on the back door handle. She jumped in, making no motion to cover up. He enjoyed her confidence while he was trying not to stare. He noticed something different about her. She didn’t seem the same as in the photos he found online.
“Why are you naked?” Xeon twisted around in his seat and handed her one of his shirts. “Where are my pack mates? And what happened to your eyes?”
“What’s wrong with my eyes?” she asked, pulling the shirt over her head.
Kyro turned to her once she’d put the shirt on.
“Weren’t your eyes green?”
“They are green.” Mara insisted.
“No, they aren’t.” Xeon adjusted the rearview mirror so she could take a look.
Mara leaned forward for a better look, and her eyes widened. “What happened to my eyes?”
Xeon frowned. “Where are my pack mates?”
Kyro slapped his shoulder. “Give her a moment, bro.”
Mara blinked her gorgeous eyes at him. He loved these new eyes. He wasn’t going to complain. The emerald green that used to be there was now golden amber, captivating, drawing him in. They were the eyes of a shifter, yet she’d been human, hadn’t she? He took a deep breath and could tell something had happened; she didn’t have a human scent. He stared into her amber eyes when he heard a soft purr come from deep in her throat.
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat, stopping the purr, and sat back in the seat. “I’m naked because apparently when I shifted, the hospital gown I wore magically disappeared.”
“Shifted?” Kyro asked. “I thought you were human.”
“I’m, well, I think I am. Or was.” She glanced down and wrung her hangs.
Xeon reached back and placed his large hand over her small delicate fingers. “You’re safe now.” He assured her. “I just need to know where my pack mates are.”
She shivered. “I’d really like to leave this place. I’ll tell you everything I know, just please, get me out of here.”
He nodded. “I’m taking you back to the compound. You’ll be safe there from whatever is going on. Rest now and tell us what is going on when we arrive.”
“Compound?” she asked while she settled into her seat.
“It’s a private community where my pack lives. It’s just outside of the city. You’ll be safe, I promise.”
“We won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Just get me away from here.” She looked behind them as if she expected someone to pull up behind them.
Xeon readjusted the rearview mirror and headed out. Mara laid her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. Kyro looked back at her then to Xeon.
“She looks like she’s been through hell.” Kyro communicated telepathically through their link, beta to alpha.
“Let’s get her back and see what kind of hell she’d been in.”
“Do you think she knows where the others are?” Kyro asked and looked back at Mara, sleeping in the back seat.
“I fucking hope so.” He glanced back at the beauty in the rearview.
Her head lolled to the side. Long black hair hung down in her face. A light purr sounded from her. Had he not had enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have heard it at all.
“Mine,” Xeon’s wolf claimed.
“Quiet down. You don’t even know what she is yet,” Xeon told his wolf but knew it didn’t matter.
“Don’t care.” His wolf responded with an attitude.
When he turned onto the compound road, Mara startled awake. She straightened and peered out the windows.
“Are we there?” Xeon could hear the faint tremble of fear in her voice.
“This is the start of the property. We have a good many acres of wooded land surrounding the compound. It allows us to let our wolves run.” Kyro explained while Xeon navigated the road.
“We thought about paving the road, but we didn’t want it to appear like a good place to joyride. Keeping it like this discourages outsiders.” The road had the occasional rut and pothole from weather and wear.
Once they were past the tree line, the area