viciously. He’d torn off his shirt and crouched down as if he were going to launch himself at Breeze. His hands were fisted.
“Fury?” Ellie’s voice trembled from shock and fear.
Fury snapped his head in her direction. The cold look in his eyes made Ellie actually take a step back. He snarled at her, a deep, vicious sound, and barred his sharp teeth.
“I’m home,” Ellie whispered.
“Run,” Breeze hissed. “Run now.”
Ellie glanced at Breeze and took notice again of her injuries. That meant Fury had done it. It stunned Ellie that he’d actually hit a woman. It escalated her fear, knowing he really had lost his control. The man she knew and loved would never have struck Breeze. Her gaze returned to Fury, unsure if he recognized her in the state he was in. He growled again and straightened, taking a step in her direction.
“Flee,” Breeze growled. “Get out of here.”
Ellie tensed but didn’t break eye contact with him. “Fury? Can you hear me?”
He lunged toward Ellie. She stumbled back, terrified at the scary look on his face. Breeze leaped on Fury’s back and both of them crashed to the floor almost at Ellie’s feet.
“Get out of here,” Breeze panted, fighting to keep Fury down. “He’ll kill us both. Run!”
Fury threw Breeze away from him and she slammed into the nearby wall. Ellie heard the thump when Breeze hit the plaster. Broken glass from the mirror crunched under Breeze’s body when she landed. Fury rose up to a crouch and his wild eyes were locked on Ellie. He growled again viciously, deep within his throat. She saw a stranger staring at her, someone who wasn’t all there, totally insane. She took a step back and then another as Fury rose to his full height.
“Drop to your knees,” Breeze groaned, pushing up from the glass-littered floor. “Don’t look into his eyes. Put your head down.”
Ellie was so terrified she didn’t hesitate to follow Breeze’s orders. She dropped to her knees and curled into a ball. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed and she was afraid to look up at her seriously drugged-out boyfriend. She knew Fury hovered over her now, stood very close, because she could hear him breathing heavily.
“Fury?” Breeze growled when she spoke. “Listen to me. You don’t want to hurt Ellie. You love her. Remember?” Material tore. “Look at me, Fury. Here.”
Ellie lifted her head and opened her eyes. Breeze had torn her shirt wide open to expose her breasts. She rubbed her hand across some of the cuts on her arm from the broken glass she’d fallen into and wiped the blood across her breasts. She held her hands out to Fury slowly, as if to make certain the blood there drew his attention. He sniffed, growled, turned away from Ellie to face Breeze.
“That’s it,” Breeze crooned softly. “Come to me.”
Fury took a few hesitant steps toward her. He started growling again. Breeze shook with fear and paled more but she didn’t back away. She did drop her offered hand slowly to her side where it fisted.
“Get out of here now,” Breeze ordered her softly.
Ellie knew Breeze spoke to her as she struggled to stand. “What’s wrong with him?”
“That nurse worked for Mercile. I think she gave him something that’s made him totally violent,” Breeze whispered. She slowly eased back into the corner until her back pressed flat to the wall and turned her head cautiously until she could glance at Ellie. “Get out of here while he’s focused on me and the blood. I don’t know if he will breed me or kill me.” She gave Fury a worried stare.
Breeze’s head snapped back in her direction to give her a shocked look. Fury stood mere inches from the other woman now. He sniffed at the blood on Breeze’s chest and growled. He gripped one of Breeze’s hands suddenly and yanked it to his mouth. Horrified, Ellie watched Fury sniff at the blood smeared on her palm. She guessed it was better than biting her hand off.
“Get out of here, Ellie,” Breeze whispered.
“You go!” Ellie quickly removed her clothes. If Fury wanted a woman, he would get one—her. “Leave, Breeze. He won’t kill me. Tell them to stay out of the house. Fury?” Ellie walked slowly toward him. She raised her voice. “Fury! Let that woman go, damn it!”
Fury’s head snapped in Ellie’s direction. For one instant panic set in when his dark look hungrily fastened on her bare body. She still didn’t see Fury in those eyes.
“Hey, big guy. Remember me? I’m Ellie. I love you and you love me. Let her go and come to me if you want to touch a woman.”
He released Breeze’s hand and turned. His gaze ran down her body again and his nostrils flared as he sniffed. Ellie’s heart beat erratically. Breeze grabbed at Fury, trying to pull his attention back to her.
Fury flung out a hand, hitting Breeze in the side of the head. He knocked her toward the door where she sprawled on the carpet. Fury took a step toward Ellie and then another. She nodded at him and inched backward in the direction of the bathroom. She prayed he’d follow her in there. She could lock the door and hopefully he wouldn’t be able to throw her around in the smaller space.
“That’s it, Fury. Come on, big guy. It’s Ellie. Let’s go inside the bathroom where we have more privacy.” Ellie glanced over to see Breeze on her hands and knees, getting up.
“Breeze,” Ellie urged softly. “Leave. Tell them to stay out no matter what.”
Ellie backed up more. Fury growled at her and slowly stalked her. She moved closer to the bathroom.
“Come on, baby,” Ellie crooned to him. “Come to Ellie. Let’s both play nice.”
“Fury!” Breeze growled his name.
