License to Kill by R.J. Blain

Author:R.J. Blain [Blain, R.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, General, Shifters, Contemporary
Google: GVnGDwAAQBAJ
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Published: 2020-12-21T20:00:00+00:00

While the bleeding had stopped as a fox, when I shifted to human, the punctures reopened, and the pain was intense enough I curled in a ball and whimpered, which summoned Jake. He took one look at my arm, hissed, and knelt beside me.

“Let me see it.”

Moving hurt, and I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered, but showed him where his mother had bitten me during our fight.

“She didn’t hold back at all. Damn it. These are going to need stitches.” Jake spat curses, and he placed gauze to the wounds and wrapped them. “I’ll get Dad to do it; he’s had the most practice. I’ll clean up the mess, so just give me a minute.”

With the bites covered, I could operate enough to dress while he mopped the blood of the tiles with one of his mother’s white towels—the good ones she put out when she expected company. I almost smiled at how much effort she’d have to put in to get out the stains.

Before I had a chance to get to my feet, Jake scooped me up, and the familiar fear of being far too high for my liking kicked in. I closed my eyes and grabbed for the nearest solid surface, which happened to be his shirt.

“I’m not going to drop you.”

Jake had only dropped me a few times, and with one exception, it’d always been on purpose into some form of water. The one time he had dropped me, he’d been caught off guard, and we had fallen together in a tangle of arms and legs.

His words didn’t convince me to ease my death grip on his clothes or open my eyes.

He carried me down the stairs, and I shivered at his every step. Holding onto him made my arm throb, and I swallowed so I wouldn’t make any noise and stir the ire of the wolves.

“Dad, she’s going to need stitches. I’ll take her into your office.”

“How bad?”

“Bad enough she needs stitches,” Jake growled.

“All right. I’ll bring the kit. Put her on the couch. That’ll be the easiest to clean up. How bad is the upstairs bathroom?”

“Mom’s going to need new towels.”

“Was there a reason you ignored the paper towels under the sink?”

“If she liked her towels, she wouldn’t have bitten Karma.”

“First, you run her gold-rimmed china through the dishwasher. Then you microwaved her favorite color-changing mug. Now you’re targeting her towels? You have a death wish, son.”

“Just wait until she finds out what I did to the blender,” Jake muttered.

“James Thomas, what did you do to your mother’s blender?”

“I just needed to blend something.”

“What did you need to blend?”

“Old razors. They were in the way. They fit better in the garbage after being pureed.”

Jake’s father sighed. “I’ll get the kit. Try not to destroy anything else in the house, please.”

I didn’t peek through my eyelashes until Jake sat on the couch. “Why would you puree old razors?”

“I was protesting that they’d locked you in the basement. For every day they refused to let you out, I ‘accidentally’ broke something.

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