Back Roads by Evans Gabrielle

Author:Evans, Gabrielle [Evans, Gabrielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction, mm
ISBN: 9781619267138
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand
Published: 2011-11-26T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Bannon Murphy, open this fucking door!” Galen jerked awake, hurdled over Bannon, and squeezed himself up against the headboard, trying to become as small as possible. He didn’t know who the hell was on the other side of the door, but it was clear that they were pissed. The banging on the door was one continuous drum that seemed to shake the entire room and reverberate inside Galen’s skull.

He didn’t know how long he’d been sleeping, but it was still dark outside, so it couldn’t have been long. Either way, this was definitely not how he’d have chosen to be woken up. Hadn’t anyone ever heard of alarm clocks? And why did they always have to try to beat down the door like the hounds of hell were on their heels?

“It’s okay,” Bannon said as he patted Galen’s thigh. “It’s just Torren.” With a loud groan, he pushed up on the mattress and scrubbed both hands over his face. “Quit bangin’! I’m comin’, damn it!”

Rolling off the bed, he took his time going through his dresser to find a clean pair of boxers and pulling them on. Then he sauntered to the door as if there wasn’t an angry witch on the other side and pulled it open. “What?”

“You hung up on me,” Torren snarled.

“Nice of ya to notice. That doesn’t explain why ya felt the need to come all the way down here, beat the hell out of my door, and scare my mate out of his skin.”

“I gave you an order.”

Bannon snorted, but Galen didn’t really see anything humorous in the situation. Torren looked mad enough to spit fire. Galen idly wondered if he’d turn Bannon into a toad. Witches did that, right?

“Aye, ya did, and if ya didn’t notice, that was my way of tellin’ ya to piss off.”

“We have twenty-seven days until Halloween. On average, it takes you approximately two weeks to find one person. We’re looking for three. Do you think this is a goddamn game?” Torren roared, slamming his hand against the doorframe.

Galen whimpered as he curled himself into a ball and ducked his head. Realistically, he knew Torren wasn’t angry at him. He also knew that Bannon wouldn’t allow the man to hurt him even if he was.

That didn’t stop him from being scared out of his mind at the irate mountain of a man.

“Enough,” Bannon growled. He turned his back on Torren, which was a brave though stupid move in Galen’s opinion, and crossed the room to crawl back up on the bed. Then he pulled Galen into his arms and stroked his hair back from his face. “Not to worry, darlin’. Torren is just a bit out of sorts. No one is going to hurt ya.” A heavy sigh sounded from the doorway, and Galen peeked up to see Torren drop his head and rub at the back of his neck.

“He’s right. I’m sorry, Galen. This elder business is a lot more stressful than I thought it would be. Add my personal issues on top of that, and I’m not really myself these days.

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