Claimed & Seduced by Shelley Munro

Author:Shelley Munro [Munro, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sci-fi romance, shape shifter, paranormal romance
Publisher: Munro Press
Published: 2014-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The man was strumming her last nerve. She had enough in her worry box without Ellard poking holes in her character. Razvan was ready to make his move. It was like someone rubbing her feathers—no, skin—the wrong way. She’d never had real feathers, never would because of her half-breed status.

“Cat got ya tongue?” Ellard asked in a soft voice, which straddled taunting.

Jarlath crossed the distance between them in two giant steps, and to her surprise, aligned himself with her by slipping an arm around her waist. “We’re all going. Ellard, we’ll make sure you get to the lower guard station and help you check out the situation.”

“Thanks, Zarbo. Stay safe,” Keira said and allowed Jarlath to guide her from the magic man’s abode.

“Don’t let Ellard get to you,” Jarlath murmured.

“I’m not.”

There were more people on the streets now. Some wandered, white-faced and in a daze and picked their way through the rubble. Others lay on the ground, limbs torn asunder and bleeding. Men and women comforted each other. Some cried. A few prowled in feline form and roared their displeasure.

Their pain was a living thing. It gripped and twisted her insides. Their fear communicated with her crow, became one with her.

“They’re broken,” she whispered.

“We have to help. Set up a treatment base,” Jarlath said.

Behind them, Ellard groaned. “Defense more important. More injured if we…can’t stop the attacks.” He staggered, his hand held to his head as if it was paining him.

“You need to shift,” Jarlath said.

“The injured need to shift too,” Keira said. “Why aren’t they shifting?”

“Jarlath, need you to carry my shirt and jacket.” Ellard said, and there was warning along with the pain in his voice.

They paused while Ellard partially disrobed and handed Jarlath his pendant. He shifted and trotted beside her, so close his hot breath pierced the syncotton of her trews.

Telling them about Razvan’s appearance at her house wouldn’t help. Yet guilt trickled through her veins, pounded in her head. They couldn’t let him win because the idea of her half-brother in charge, the idea of being at his mercy was untenable.

On the next level down in the city, the scene appeared much the same. Traumatized citizens with dozens injured beyond the help of a medic. Twining with the scent of dust and burning dwellings was the metallic odor of blood. Beneath her skin the crow flapped and scratched and clawed and pecked and protested until Keira wanted to scream. Instead, she sucked up her inner torment and marched at Jarlath’s side. She scanned their surroundings, any bright colors sending new waves of anxiety swirling across her skin.

At least Ellard seemed to be doing better in his leopard form. He was a big beast, powerful and stocky, and he kept pace beside her, his hot breath on her leg reminding her he could leap at any sec. A bite from his powerful jaw, a twist of her neck and she’d be gone.

On the next level down, the street was devoid of rubble and fallen citizens.

“Why did they leave this street?” Her whisper sounded loud in the oppressive silence, and she flinched.

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