Aric took her arm. “Come on, sweetheart. You can come back later.” Reluctantly, she allowed him to escort her out. “Hungry for dinner?”
“Not yet. Walk with me?”
“Where to?”
“Anywhere.”
He understood—anywhere but here. He took her hand and they walked together out into the hallway. The more distance they put between themselves and the infirmary, the more the stiffness left her posture.
“He’s going to recover, you know,” Aric told her firmly. “Physically he’s much better already, and Mac will take him the rest of the way. She’s really good at what she does.”
“I know. He’s got great friends, too, to see him through.” She squeezed his hand.
Guilt clogged his throat, but he managed to speak around the terrible knot. “We’ll all do everything in our power to make sure he gets well.”
“I know.” She gave him a small smile. “Alpha Pack may battle monsters, but what you do here is about so much more than that. You guys help the innocent, whether they’re human or not.”
“I hadn’t really thought of it like that, but I guess it’s true. Though Kira and Sariel, with the help of the doctors and nurses on staff, do the hard work of rehabbing all sorts of supernatural beings through their project.”
“Block R. They’ve told me some about it.”
“Did they tell you Nick approved construction of a new building for their program?”
“Kira mentioned it the first day I was here, but just briefly.”
“They’re going to expand and give it a better name, and they plan to make it a haven for displaced paranormals as well as sick ones.”
“That’s a neat thing for them to do.” She paused. “Is there really a basilisk here?”
“Kira told you that?”
“Yes. She also started to say something about a wolf, but Jax stopped her from saying more.”
“Oh. Well, the wolf is a sore subject,” he said, unable to keep the emotion from his voice. “His name is Raven, and he was one of our team members when Micah, Jax, Ryon, Zan, and I were in the SEALs. He was turned along with us. The difference is, he never came back from his shifted form. He’s feral.”
“God, that’s horrible,” she breathed. “They’re trying to reach him?”
“They have been, for almost six years. They’re hoping that with the opening of the new center and hiring an expert or two, they’ll finally succeed.”
Rowan’s expression was so compassionate it made him ache. Why couldn’t this woman be his?
“I hope so, too. What about the basilisk?”
“Actually, he’s a basilisk shifter, and his name is Belial. He’s quite a handful, tries to seduce everyone in sight to get what he wants. Of course, he doesn’t get anywhere because we’ve all got his number. No one trusts him, with good reason.”
“Can’t they kill if a person looks them in the eye?”
“No, that’s Internet bullshit. But when he shifts, he goes from a regular-looking tall, lean guy to a snake the size of a fucking sedan. His fangs are each about a foot long, and he could swallow a full-grown man whole if he wanted. He doesn’t need more abilities than those.”
“Jesus, no kidding.”
“They haven’t let him out much just yet, but Kira’s lobbying for leniency so he can prove himself.”
“He might prove useful in the fight against Sariel’s father and those Sluagh things.”
Aric shrugged. “We’ll see.”
Their trek led to the rec room, where Rowan stopped. “I suppose skipping through the woods is out of the question. What a waste of great scenery.”
“Yeah, unless we want to take two others with us. Kinda cramps the style.” He pulled her toward the sofa. “Want to play a game on the Wii?”
“What are we, twelve?” she joked.
“Mentally, that fits most of us around here. Keeps us sane. Anyway, I love video games. I used to spend hours in my room with my old PlayStation, just to stay away from my stepsister…” He trailed off, immediately cursing his stupid mistake. Of course, she caught his blunder, eyes narrowing.
“So you have a stepsister. You told me you didn’t have any family left.”
“I… Well, my mother remarried when I was in high school, but I don’t consider my stepfather or his daughter to be my family. Far from it,” he said bitterly. “Bruce was a world-class asshole and his precious girl was a witch, and I mean that literally. She still is, and a dangerous one.”
Rowan paused, and he could almost see those dots connecting at warp speed. Why did the woman have to be such a goddamned smart cop? Then again, maybe a tiny part of him wanted to confess to someone who’d understand.
“Do you know where your stepfather and stepsister are these days? What they’re doing?”
“Not my dear old stepdad. But his daughter?” He shook his head, stomach clenching. “I wasn’t so lucky on that score. Beryl turned up in my life a few months ago, like the proverbial bad penny.”
“She found you here, came to see you?”
“Worse. She showed up on Jax’s arm… as his girlfriend.”
Rowan’s eyes rounded. Yep, she got it.
A low snarl sounded from behind them. “You goddamned son of a bitch.”
Heaving a deep breath, he stood and turned. Faced an extremely and justifiably pissed-off Jax, who stood in the door to the rec room, fists clenched, blue eyes sparking with rage. Aric held up his palms.
“Jax—”
“Beryl is your fucking stepsister?” he choked. “You knew. For months, that bitch and her evil cohorts were planning to annihilate us, you
“I can explain—”
The man crossed the room in three strides and leapt over the back of the sofa, slamming into Aric like a bull out of a chute. Aric flew backward, crashing on top of the coffee table, which shattered into pieces. They hit the floor and he felt a painful stab in his back, probably a shard of wood, as Jax took a handful of his shirt and unloaded on him with a fist that packed the punch of a jackhammer.
Pain exploded in his face, reverberated through his skull. He wondered whether his jaw had been broken, but the blows powered into his head, scattering all thoughts but one—he deserved this. Had it coming for ages. He and Jax had scrapped before, but this time he didn’t fight back, simply took what the man dished out.
His lip split, and blood ran down the back of his throat. Rowan was yelling for help, but Jax was unfazed. His sole mission was to pummel Aric into dust. Then, out of one swelling eye, he saw Nick, Zan, and Hammer appear behind Jax. They grabbed him, pulled him off, though it took all three of them to do it. Jax’s face was a mask of fury as he struggled to come at Aric again.
“Jaxon, cool it!” Nick yelled. “Knock it off!”
Hammer got their friend’s arms pinned at his back. “Jesus, man, what the hell?”
Rowan crouched beside Aric, helped him sit up. “Are you all right?”
Wiping the blood off his lower lip, he winced. “Feel like I was hit by a truck, but yeah.”
“I should fucking kill you,” Jax yelled.
“Maybe you should,” he agreed. That admission seemed to give Jax pause, though he was still plenty angry.
So was Nick. “Anyone care to tell me what’s going on in here? Why the hell are two of my best men going at it like junkyard dogs?”
Jaxon pointed an accusing finger. “Ask him who Beryl is to him! Ask him!”
The other three men looked at him in silent question. He didn’t want to do this, but since he had no choice, he preferred to be on his feet. He stood, with some assistance, and his heart sank. Every single one of the team including the newest, A.J. and Kalen, were waiting for an explanation. Those who’d been around the longest, during Beryl’s time as Jax’s girlfriend and the disastrous aftermath, were wearing hard expressions.
Steeling himself, he told the long-denied truth. “Beryl is my stepsister,” he said. “But I’ve never claimed her
