to lose consciousness. This was also when he unfortunately finished his sentence.
One that ended with him being her only hope…
“My lord, the Hex…tis…
“…Tis trying tae claim her.”
Chapter Four
Do or Die
“Fuck…FUCK!” I roared the moment I couldn’t get her back to a conscious state.
“Give me some space,” Trice demanded in a hard voice that made me want to rip his tongue out. Especially when he started to reach out and try and take her from me, something that wasn’t fucking happening.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” I snarled making him growl back at me like a fucking dragon that was about to torch me for the threat in my tone.
“You need tae let him, m' laird, mah brother can...” I cut Gryph off with a curl of my lip as my demon snarled up at him this time before snapping,
“He can do what?!”
“What the fck dae ye think, I kin help her, that’s what!” Trice barked back breathing heavily and obviously fighting with his own urges to fight me, something I had to say that right now, we both had in common.
“You have done this before?” I asked, this time knowing that helping Amelia was all that mattered in this moment and having no choice but to put our hatred for one another behind us for the sake of my girl.
“How dae ye think it stopped th' first time, ye think I asked it politely tae!?” I growled again thinking that having shit like that thrown in my face wasn’t making my decision not to rip his head off any easier.
“Trice lad, cuid ye focus less on pissing aff th' king 'n' more on helping th' lass…yeah?” Gryph wisely said, making Trice respond by granting me a pointed look before nodding down to Amelia. My Chosen One, who I currently had in my arms in a tight grip that was clearly saying not to touch her.
“Well, whit's it tae be…mah King?” Trice said, drawling out the title in a mocking way telling me he didn’t give a shit for it. But then again, I knew how he cared for Amelia and this cold-hearted bastard act was fooling fucking no one!
I looked down at my girl and that haunting image assaulted me once more, knowing that this sight wasn’t one I could ever allow to happen again. Which meant that if I had to let this asshole help in preventing that, then so be it.
“Well?” he snapped again bringing me back with a frustrated growl before I had no choice but to release my white knuckled grip on her clothes.
“Give her tae me,” Trice demanded the second he saw me shift her closer, making me snarl,
“Not fucking happening, Shifter!”
“And I wull be needin’ space, Vampire,” he shot back, making me bare my fangs at him until once again his brother was intervening and playing diplomat,
“M’ laird, ye kin trust him, isn’t that so…Trice?” I shot the brother in question a look that said it all, making him reply with a short and clipped,
“Aye.”
This forced me to ignore the hard set of his jaw and the menacing scar running through his face that seemed to deepen in colour. More often than not, I had a pretty good read on people and this shifter was no different. Which meant that he was getting more concerned by the minute and if I didn’t hand her over soon, then it might all be too late. So, with a grit of my teeth and mentally putting a fortress around my demon so this was possible, I did the very last thing I ever wanted to do…
I let her go.
I passed her to the arms of another man, even though the pain of it I would have admittedly rather of lost another hand than do so! However, not at the cost of her life, which is why I got to my feet, dragged a hand through my hair and roared,
“FUCK!”
Thankfully, the brothers ignored me and instead focused on Trice as he rolled Amelia to her front. He was holding her in a tender way I wanted to kill him for, as much as I was thankful he was taking care with her. But then he wrapped a forearm around the front of her, across her breasts and I couldn’t help but take a possessive step forward. This was when I was stopped by Gryph’s meaty hand on my chest. I growled back at him in a menacing way.
“Please m' laird, let him dae whit needs tae be done.”