Rage Killian by Alexandra Ivy & Laura Wright

Author:Alexandra Ivy & Laura Wright [Ivy, Alexandra & Wright, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2015-08-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 2

Propped up on a hospital-type bed, Killian watched as the doctor—or whatever they called them here…Healer?— stitched him up. Three fairly deep puncture wounds on his left shoulder. That damn wildcat.

That fucking gorgeous wildcat.

Killian erased the thought from his head immediately. It had no place there. He was in the Wildlands on a mission of survival. Not to entertain attractions. Especially to a creature who’d nearly gutted him like a fish on the bank of the bayou not two hours ago.

Something flickered on inside him and he glanced up. The leader of the Pantera was now in his hospital room, standing next to one of the guards who had been stationed here since Killian was brought in.

What the fuck? How had Killian not heard him?

Shit…he’d felt him, though…hadn’t he?

Killian took a second to assess the man. He looked exactly like his picture. The one in the dossier kept at the lab, that is. Not the ones online or in the newspapers. Those all looked Photoshopped. His features had been softened, making him look less threatening. More approachable, for a mysterious shape shifter from a hidden world called the Wildlands. A declawed cat in an Armani suit. But the truth of it was that this guy was as deadly as the Glock Killian had lost at the bottom of the bayou a couple of hours ago. Maybe even more so.

“So,” Raphael started, looking up. His gold eyes were reserved. “Tell me, Killian O’Roarke. Why has a member of the United States military crossed the border into the Wildlands and demanded to see me?”

A muscle flickered in Killian’s jaw as he held the man’s stare. The only information he’d given the Healer working on him was his first name. “Don’t know any O’Roarke, and I never claimed to be military.”

Those eyes burned instantly. Clearly, Raphael didn’t enjoy lies or games. Or time wasted. He pushed away from the wall and came over to the exam table. He eyed the Healer. “All right, Billie?”

The woman with the dark, short hair and ivy-green eyes nodded. “Almost done.”

“They’re fine,” Killian told her, not liking the position he was in. On his back while the leader of the Pantera stood over him. “I’m an exceptional clotter.”

“Oh, yeah,” Billie answered with heavy sarcasm, holding him in place. “You’re a real super soldier.”

Her words caused his lip to curl. She had no fucking clue. “I’m not a solider.”

“Maybe not anymore,” Raphael said. “But you were.”

Killian’s gaze lifted and locked with the man.

“Everything about you says armed forces, Mr. O’Roarke. Build, attitude, fighting stance, and technique. And then there’s the tattoo on your shoulder.”

Killian’s mouth thinned. “That has nothing to do with the military.”

Pale brows lifted. “Doesn’t it?”

What the hell? There was no possible way this man could know… Killian pulled his arm away just as the Healer finished her last stitch. “We’re done. I need to speak to your leader alone.”

“No we are not, you stubborn asshole,” Billie countered, flashing him a green-eyed glare. “You need balm.”

“I wouldn’t argue with her,” Raphael put in.

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