Savage Retribution by Lexxie Couper

Author:Lexxie Couper [Couper, Lexxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2016-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Regan directed McCoy’s van through the darkening streets, flicking her attention continuously from the road to Declan beside her and back to the road. He’d fallen into a fitful sleep on the outskirts of Sydney, sweat wetting his skin, trembles shaking his body, and while she knew he needed rest, his silence scared the shit out of her. She wanted to wake him, but didn’t. At least he wasn’t arguing with her to turn around and head north.

Guiding the van through the traffic, she chewed on her bottom lip. The whole journey back into the city, she’d expected McCoy to somehow jump onto the moving vehicle, climb into the cab and finish what he’d begun. When she wasn’t staring hard at the road, or shooting Declan worrying glances, she watched the rearview and side mirrors, positive she’d see an enormous wolf sprinting after her in the stretching dusk shadows, red-gold eyes burning with depraved promise and evil hunger.

But here they were, seconds from Rick’s practice, and not a wolf in sight. Well, with the exception of the one beside her, although Declan still existed in his human form. For the moment.

She sucked in a slow breath, scanning the street for a parking spot outside the vet clinic, hoping Rick was already inside waiting for her. Manly was not the suburb to drag a semi-unconscious, half-naked bleeding man along the footpath, especially at this time of the evening when people descended on the suburb to eat, drink and party the night away. Too many tourists, too many curious eyes, too many waggling tongues. If Epoc did have plants everywhere, they’d learn very quickly where she was. Where Declan was. She needed to get him behind closed doors as quickly as possible.

Spotting an empty space not more than a few yards from Rick’s practice, she swung the van in, bumping the front wheel to the curb with a clumsy jolt. Declan moaned softly, already-closed eyes closing tighter as pain etched his features anew. “Sorry, Paddy,” she murmured, jumping from the driver’s seat. She hurried around to the curb, studying the area around her with quick glances before opening the passenger door. She didn’t know what she expected, but every fiber of her being told her to be on edge. Alert.

“Need help?”

She spun around, eyes wide, muscles coiled. “Rick,” she gasped, slumping against the van’s side, glaring at the tall man with light brown hair frowning at her on the sidewalk. “You scared the shit out of me.”

Rick’s eyebrows shot up, fudge-brown eyes immediately concerned. “You really are in trouble, aren’t you?”

Regan scrubbed at her face with her hands. “You could say that,” she answered into her palms. Pushing herself from the van, she stared long and hard at Rick. How the hell did she explain the last seventeen hours to him? She suppressed a sigh, reaching for the passenger’s side door handle. “No questions, okay?”

Before he could answer, she opened the door.

Declan slumped in the seat, sweat-slicked face white, slight shudders wracking his body, blood—both old and new—staining his pale, clammy flesh.

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