Beyond Possession by Kit Rocha

Author:Kit Rocha [Rocha, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780988327887
Publisher: Kit Rocha
Published: 2014-11-10T00:00:00+00:00

The Broken Circle was still closed when he walked in. Rachel was behind the bar, counting bottles, and Noelle was wiping tables as she pulled down chairs in preparation for opening.

It probably said something about him that neither of them blinked at the fact that he had a wriggling, blood-spattered woman over his shoulder.

"I can walk," Tatiana muttered. Her mood had taken a sharp turn back to anger when she realized he had no intention of putting her down just because she'd agreed to let him help.

"I understand that."

Rachel wiped her hands on a towel. "Problem?" she asked dryly.

Tatiana dug her fingernails into his side. "Put. Me. Down."

One of Noelle's eyebrows swept up. She shot Rachel a questioning look before pinning Zan with one that was a little more cutting. "Should I go find Lex?"

"I've already had this conversation with her, thanks," he shot back. It wouldn't stop her from kicking his ass, though, so he carefully lowered Tatiana to her feet.

She glared up at him. "Did that feel good? Dragging me through the marketplace so everyone would see?"

It had, more than he was willing to admit. Every pair of eyes that saw them was connected to a mouth that would spread the word—Tatiana was untouchable. "It held a certain appeal."

"I'm sure." She gripped his belt and went up on her toes, and she was tall enough that the position almost brought her face up to his. "Savor it. Because if you lay your hands on me again without permission, I'll put a knife in you and take my chances with Dallas O'Kane."

Zan squinted down at her. She seemed serious enough, but it was impossible to tell if she'd really do it. She was livid, all right. Maybe even murderous.

Finally, he relented. "Fair enough."

She released him and stepped back. "So is that it? Can I leave? You made your point, everyone knows I'm property of the O'Kanes now."

Noelle and Rachel made a beeline for the kitchen, and Zan cursed. "Not exactly."

She looked baffled. Angry, but confused, too. In the brighter lighting of the bar, he could see every lingering detail of the attack. The bruises were more vivid. There was more blood in her hair than he'd realized, and on her skin, too. Her pride and bluster were a thin layer over exhaustion and hopelessness.

That pride was all she had left, and Zan couldn't bring himself to strip away more of it than he already had. "Some bad shit went down, Tatiana, and this is still Dallas's sector. He's gonna want to talk to you."

It worked, because her tense stance eased. She looked down at her dirty, disheveled clothes and her bloodstained fingers. "Not like this. Please."

Even he wasn't that much of an asshole. "We'll get you cleaned up," he told her gruffly. "Find you something to wear."

"All right." She wet her lips and looked away. "Can someone keep an eye on my shop? I wouldn't put it past Wallace to burn it down when he finds out."

"Dallas will take care of it.

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