Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Left for where?”
“Something to do with an investigation she’s doing. She said she’d be out of town for a while.”
Of course Sky would say that.
“You are absolutely correct. We had a disagreement, and I was out of line for that comment. I was…I am merely upset that your sister invited you to stay here after I said no. That is why she and I fought. It’s also why you must go. I-I have someone coming—”
“I promise Miguel and I won’t get in the way. And I can help out around the house. Looks like you could use the help.”
“No. No. I cannot have a woman here. My fiancée is coming over, and she will not appreciate you being here.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize…” She let out a breath. “Crap. I feel so embarrassed now. I just don’t know why Sky would put us in this situation.”
Because first she lost her body and now has lost her mind.
Amelia’s phone buzzed. “There she is now.” Her eyes scanned the message. “Huh, that’s strange. She says to tell you that if you do this one favor for her, all will be forgiven. She’ll never bother you again.” Amelia frowned and gave him a consoling look. “Listen, I don’t want to pry into my sister’s relationship with you, but you don’t owe me anything. Miguel and I will find a hotel somewhere. We’ll make it work.”
Relief washed over him. “Thank you for understanding.” Sky had seriously crossed a line. Why would she place her sister in such danger?
“I’ll go tell Miguel. He got wrapped up in your study. You have quite the collection of books on the occult.”
More unwelcome guests touching his things. This time, his priceless books.
“We’ll be out of your way in a few minutes,” she added.
“Good luck.” He closed the bedroom door behind her. That was a close call. He’d almost gotten distracted by her looks. Why hadn’t Sky mentioned they were so similar?
“Sky, if you’re here listening. You crossed a line tonight. You asked me to protect your sister. Why are you not doing the same?”
He waited for a text on his phone or for Pet to magically appear, but nothing happened.
“Fine, this is not over, crazy ghost!” He was about to pull down his boxers to shower when there was a light knock on the bedroom door. “Hey, um. There’s a woman downstairs asking for you,” said Amelia. “And she’s naked.”
Damien parked a fist on his hip. This could not be happening. Who could it possibly be? “What is her name?”
“She won’t talk to anyone but you.” Amelia added, “She said you saved her life tonight?”
The were-eagle?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Damien found the were-eagle, now in human form, sitting naked on his couch with a gray pillow hugged to her chest.
Wonderful. Now he was going to have to steam clean that.
Her long brown hair was matted with blood and twigs. Her arms were muddy and scratched.
Her eyes met his, and something in her gaze put him on edge. Probably because he’d just watched her slice up thirty people like a food processor chops carrots.
“Hello. I thought you might want this.” He handed her his white robe. He, on the other hand, was still in his chewed-up boxers.
“No, thanks. I’m fine.”
It wasn’t uncommon for weres and shifters to be nudists. Saved money since they could blow through a lot of outfits. “You’re covered in your last meal and sitting on my furniture. Take it. I will return in just a moment.”
Damien needed to ensure Amelia and Miguel left before he spoke with this woman.
He quickly found the two with their luggage, standing by the front door. “Thank you again for understanding.”
Amelia’s eyes focused on his shorts. She’d already seen him wearing them, but likely didn’t approve of him being so underdressed in front of her teenage son.
“My apologies,” he said. “I was just about to bathe and realized you were already out the door. I wanted to wish you both the best of luck.”
“Is that woman going to be all right?” Amelia asked.
He knew she was a family lawyer. Amelia probably came across all sorts of sad situations when it came to abuse and such. “Yes. She is…my neighbor,” he lied. “She locked herself out of her house while skinny-dipping in her pool.”
“But she was all scratched up.”
“She was too embarrassed to walk on the street, for obvious reasons. She jumped over our fence and landed in some bushes. I promise, she is fine. I got her a robe and called a locksmith already.”
Amelia eyed him suspiciously. “Well, I hope she leaves before your jealous fiancée arrives.”
Damien almost forgot. “Oh, yes. Must clear out all the females. Cannot anger my little cupcake.” He looked at Miguel. “Your wounds are looking much better,” he lied. Miguel still looked black and blue.