Ashes (The Divided Kingdom) by Sophie H. Morgan

Author:Sophie H. Morgan
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Cat Shifters, Shape-Shifters
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2015-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

“Well, well. If it isn’t Sleeping Beauty.”

Ana woke instantly, striking out with her legs. She followed up with her elbow, shock shifting to pleasure as it was captured in a strong hold.

Familiar gold eyes regarded her, relief lurking in their depths. Trick’s voice, when he spoke, was amused. “Resting?”

Jerking out of his grip, Ana punched him on the arm. Love and joy flashed through her, emotion that made fire sing through her veins. A noise from the doorway drew her attention.

Faer lolled in the entrance of the bedroom, a sword resting on the back of his neck. Pleasure at the sight made tears sting her eyes, so she went with what she knew. She scowled.

“You dicks,” she announced. “Took you long enough.”

“Such gratitude.”

“Save it for a damsel in distress.” Ana grabbed Trick around the neck. “C’mere, fang boy.”

Ignoring his sound of distaste, Ana squeezed him in a hug. His familiar scent wafted to her nose, and she drew it up. Spices and sin. Home.

Releasing him, she looked across at Faer. “You gonna jump me if I hug you?”

“Never say never.” He waggled his eyebrows as he set his sword aside. He gestured at her with both hands.

Snorting, she bounded off the bed and strode across the room. Beefy hands landed on her hips, hauling her into a hug. A humming sound left him. “Damn, girl,” he complained. “You left me with a pissed-off vampire.” He rumbled at her, a demon’s version of a growl. “Don’t be doin’ that again.”

Trick ignored the insult, doing a sweep of Ana’s body when Faer dropped her to her feet. “You good?”

A light question, but it thrummed with concern.

She nodded.

“How the fuck did he take you, Ana?” Faer demanded. He inspected the room, touching on the wrinkled covers of the bed, the armchair, the one window. He sniffed, wrinkling his nose. “Smells like shifter.”

Ana ran her tongue around her teeth, hoping that was all Faer could smell. When she glanced at Trick, his eyebrows inched up.

Color burned her cheeks. She shrugged. “FED got me with his claws.”

Faer pursed his lips in a soundless whistle. “Paralyzed? No shit?” He scratched at his right horn with claw-tipped fingers. “Ah, Trick says you know this guy. Shade. From before?”

“And what else did Trick say?” Her fire spat in a fuming crackle. How dare Trick parrot what she’d told him in confidence? Dick. Her breath held steady as she chained flames beneath her skin.

“You were MIA, Ana.” Unrepentant, Trick was a frozen shadow near the bed.

Ana popped her jaw. A short, sharp exhalation as she perceptibly unclenched her hands. “Fine. Yeah. I knew him.” Do I still?

“That why I can smell him on you?” Faer grinned.

“Hmm.” Trick drifted closer, openly examining the bed. “No ropes. No bindings on the door. What looks like remains of food.” His lips twitched. He didn’t say any more. Didn’t have to.

Ana’s embers glittered as they heated, humiliation waving over her like an aurora borealis. Pride made her speak before she thought it through.

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