Papa jerked his chin toward the tall blond who was walking around the crowd. "Max is wiping them even as we speak. It's why they didn't scream or move when the jackals attacked you. He heard the commotion and popped in."
She let out a relieved breath. Maxis was a dragonwere who had the ability to replace human memories. It was one of the reasons they kept him here even though it was hard to accommodate his large dragon form. His talents came in handy at times such as this and it meant they didn't have to kill humans who witnessed things they weren't supposed to know about.
"Should we go get Fang?" Keegan asked Vane as they started past her.
"Let him calm down first. We don't need him starting another fight."
Aimee held her hand out to Vane. "Thanks for the assist. I really appreciate it."
He shook her hand gently. "Anytime."
She smiled up at him and gestured with her thumb toward the kitchen. "I'll go put your orders in and have them out shortly."
Her father inclined his head to Vane. "And don't worry, it's on the house. Whatever you wolves need, just let us know."
"Thank you," Vane said as he led his wolves back to their table.
Dev grinned at her. "Never thought I'd say this about any canine species, but I think I like that group."
Aimee didn't comment as she headed to the kitchen where her mother was waiting.
Her features stern, Maman stepped aside to let her pass. "Constantine sits on the Omegrion as their Arcadian Grand Regis. I don't know him well, however I think we should find him and tell him where his friends are being kept-just to level the field a bit since they seem so eager to meet up with him."
It was a subtle way for Maman to say that she wanted the jackals dead and to be able to justify it to the Omegrion should anyone question her. After all, if the jackals were hunting Constantine so ferociously, it was only fair he know about it.
Aimee might have argued it was a harsh sentence, but given what the jackals had done to her, she was in the same sporting mood as her mother. "I'm sure Dev can arrange that."
Her mother's eyes darkened. "No one threatens my cubs. Are you truly all right, cherie?"
"I'm fine, Maman. Thanks to the wolves."
Maman patted her lightly on the arm before she headed back to her office.
Aimee went over to where a rare steak was already up on the order shelf. Handing her orders over to their cooks, she took the plate and grabbed a beer for Fang as she passed by the bar. "I'll be back in a few."
Her older brother Zar, who looked a lot like Dev with short hair, only taller and broader, stopped her. "Are you all right?"
At this point, that question was getting old. She wasn't a fragile doll that would break at the slightest wrong twist. She was a bear with all the strength and abilities inherent in their species. Her family, however, tended to forget that fact. "A little shaken and a lot of pissed off. I don't like anyone getting the drop on me the way the jackals did. But I'm fine now."
A muscle ticked in his jaw, showing her the anger he kept hidden underneath his calm exterior. "I'm sorry we didn't get to you faster."
Those words were haunting as they stirred memories inside her she didn't want to remember. "Really, it's okay, Zar. I'd much rather be the one threatened than to see you hurt." Again. She left that one word unspoken as she saw her own painful memories mirrored in the horror of his gaze.
It was a past they never talked about, but one that scarred them all.
"I love you, Zar."
He offered her a hollow smile before he moved away so that he could continue tending the bar.
Aimee headed out the back door to the alley and then across the street to where Fang was sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for the others. His features troubled, he reminded her of a lost child. Something completely incongruous with his tougher-than-steel aura. Not to mention his prowess at taking down her attacker without even scratching her. His speed and strength were unrivaled and frightening.
Even though he must have used his powers to remove the blood from his clothes, she remembered well the way he'd trounced the jackal.
But what surprised her most was the fact that she wasn't repulsed by his violence. Normally such overkill would have had her showing him the door.
Then again, she'd been the one with the knife at her throat. Personally, she'd like to kick the jackal around a bit herself. Yeah, that had to be it. She was too grateful to him to be angered over his actions.
Fang shot to his feet as soon as he saw her.