Fang cursed. "I've got to get out of here. Vane can't stand alone."
"He's not."
Fang froze at her unexpected contradiction. "What do you mean?"
"Fury's with him."
"Fury?" He gaped in indignation. Obviously Vane had snapped a serious wheel since Fang had been injured. What the hell was his brother thinking? "That guttersnipe? What's Vane doing with him?"
Aimee pulled back as she realized the mistake she was making. What was it with Fang that every time she drew near him, she stuck her foot into something? It was like she couldn't say or do anything right where he was concerned. "I should be going."
He refused to let go of her hand. "You know something." His tone was one of complete accusation.
She hesitated. This wasn't her place. "Fang, I shouldn't be the one telling you this."
"Telling me what?"
Aimee couldn't do it. Vane should be the one to tell him. Or Fury. But not her. "I have to go."
"Aimee," he said in an agonized tone that tore through her. "Please. I need to know what's going on with him. He's the only family I have left. Don't leave me here not knowing."
He was right. That would be even more cruel and he'd already suffered enough.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for his reaction. "Fury is your brother."
His handsome face went white. "What?"
She nodded. "It's true. Like Vane, he changed forms at puberty and became Katagaria. As your father did with you and Vane, your mother called her pack out against him and they beat him down, then left him for dead. Now he's teamed up with Vane to fight against them and to protect Bride, Vane's mate."
Fang shook his head in disbelief. But it was the torment in his dark eyes that tore her apart. She hated hurting him more.
"Fury is my brother? Gah, what's next? Is Mama Lo going to end up being my long-lost sister?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "That's a little far-fetched."
Lying back on the bed, he covered his eyes with his hand. "I feel sick."
Aimee popped playfully at his belly. "Oh, stop the dramatics, Fang. You have another brother. You should be grateful."
Fang was stunned that she'd touched him like that. Anyone else would be missing an arm. But her warm tone actually succeeded in lessening his anger and feeling of betrayal. "And if I said that to you?"
"In case you haven't noticed, my cup is running over with brothers. But you . . . you should be glad to have more family."
Maybe.
"Yeah, but it's Fury." The last creature on earth he'd want to be related to. He couldn't stand that SOB.
Aimee laughed at his dire tone. "We all have a Remi in the bunch. Deal with it, you crybaby."
Fang gaped at her insult. No one ever dared to insult him. Not even Vane. "Crybaby?"
She nodded. "If the term fits . . ."
He reached to tickle her.
She squealed and tried to escape, but he tackled her to the bed and held her under him. She squirmed playfully, her eyes dancing in humor as she reached to return every tickle to him.
Fury went completely still as he realized what was happening. He was locked in hell and Aimee was making him laugh. . . .