Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

Their father? She certainly picked up anger, but more than that an overwhelming sadness consumed him.

"The witch will be awake soon and may need medical attention. I need your help with her. You need to check her out. I hate to ask you, but she doesn't deserve to die even if she does work for the likes of him. Not like this.”

Startled by the sympathy and sadness in his voice, her heart squeezed. There was so much more to the man than he allowed to show.

“There's another complication.” His voice hesitated as if unsure what to say.

“An innocent. Well, sort of, anyway. I found her by accident. Denn, she has certain, uhm, abilities. In the same way as Rena.”

Who the hell is Rena, she wondered. When he got off the phone she had a lot of questions for him.

“No, it's too late. The change has already started. Seriously, don’t get your hopes up like tht, you’ll only end up disappointed. Just come and get her, I’ll take care of the other. Please do this for me.” His voice broke.

What the hell? Who would he call to come and get me? And why? The taste of bitter betrayal welled inside her. Her face heated as she fought against the sheen of tears forming. Stop that, Selene. Fool.

She backed quickly away from the door when she heard Cash hang up his cell. Sitting down on one of the chairs, she struggled with her unwelcome emotions towards a man who had just asked someone to come and take her away from him. When he walked into the room she wanted to look at him, to yell at him, to demand answers. Instead she willed her body to go cold. Emotionless. Burying everything she felt as deep as she could until she could come up with a plan to leave.

“You're awake.” He sounded surprised.

“Yes.” Her voice flat, she couldn't even look at him.

“I just checked on the girl and she’s still out but moving around a lot. I suspect she’ll be awake soon.”

“Is she in pain?”

“Probably, but I'm not sure. I've contacted one of my brothers to come and take a look at her.”

“Is he a doctor?”

“Uh—not exactly. He’s what we call a healer. His magick is of the earth and he has a unique way with the elements that is extraordinary. Not exactly something that would be embraced by the medical community.”

“Oh, my God. Dennison Scott. Of course.” She stood and walked across the room, processing the information of who he'd been on the phone with.

“Yes, how did you know?”

She turned to look at him. “You don't want to know.” How could she tell him that her last mission, the one that she'd run out on before she could leave for it, was the assassination of his brother? Then again, how could she not? They needed to know because if it wasn't her who completed the assignment, someone else would. She slumped against the wall, her head falling back against it.

“What's going on? What are you not telling me?”

“Something is terribly wrong here, Cash. Too many coincidences. I don’t believe this.”

“Selene, you aren't making any sense yet. Tell me what the hell is going on.” He strode over to her, placing his hands on the wall on both sides of her head, pinning her in.

“How did you find me, Cash? Just happened to be passing me on the highway? Where were you headed? Where were you coming from?” Her voice rose, all too aware that her emotions were heating. She slipped underneath his arms and around his massive frame. She had to distance herself. Figure out the why and what of the problem. It was there, she knew it was, she just needed to find it.

“What are you trying to say? You think our meeting was a setup? For what? I think it's time you told me more about who you are and what you’re running from.”

Her own unsettled emotions stared down at her in his gaze. All the closeness they had discovered in each others arms was fading fast.

“Why don't you tell me, Cash? Why is Denn coming to get me and take me away?”

“You listened in on my phone conversation with my brother?”

Her eyes rolled back. “It's a small apartment, Cash, there's not a lot of privacy in here now, is there?”

He stormed over to the bar, every ridge of muscle in his back and neck tightening and flexing as he moved. Anger radiated off of him in waves like heat from a blacktop in the middle of a steamy southern summer. What the hell did he have to be so angry about?

“You don't understand.”

“Uh huh. I've heard that excuse before. You've called for a pick up, that sounds pretty straight forward to me.”

“Am I interrupting a lover's quarrel, Selene?” She whirled at the all too familiar voicing snarling behind her.

She looked back at Cash “Not a setup, huh?” Not wanting him to see through her anger to the searing pain now eating her from the inside out, she faced away from him. “I guess you've caught me, Merc. You must be rather satisfied to watch me fall for my betrayer again.” The truth settled in her stomach like an acid pill, churning and burning.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You think I’m in cahoots with this asshole?” Fury burned through Cash at the idiocy of that statement. How could she leap to that conclusion? Air whipped through the room, pulling at their clothing as he stormed towards her. Looking at Merc he fumed, “How the hell did you get in? You shouldn't have been able to get past my wards? Not without a lot of magickal help.”

Merc smirked. “Well, as fun as this little lovers' spat is, you're both wrong. Your new boyfriend obviously doesn't know about your role in the organization.”

“What organization?”

Merc laughed. “Doesn't really surprise me much that you didn't tell him. He wouldn't likely want to fuck the woman assigned to kill his brother, huh?”

The shock of