He flinched when he saw fear cloud her eyes, her face, and her body as it began to tremble. The urge to grab her and tell her he’d protect her so strong it took every inch of his iron will to refrain from doing so. Instead, he softened his voice, attempting to calm her mounting anxiety. “I have sentries positioned around the camp so the threat is minimal, but I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be out here so late.”
“I was just going home. Danko was making sure I got there safely.” Maisy’s head drooped before she turned quickly and sped toward a nearby cabin.
Zohar watched her every movement, the way her body moved, hips swayed, and her blonde hair swung as she almost ran away from him. Her scent cloying in his nostrils teasing him like a sweet torture. So focused on her that he jerked when Danko slapped his shoulder, hard.
“Aren’t you cold? You are naked, my friend. You trying to impress the lady with your physique, or your package?”
A growl rumbled up through his chest, erupting ferociously when he spun around to face his friend who stepped back, hand up before him. “Hey, no need for that, I’m joking.”
Zohar shook his head, trying to clear it from the red haze of fury that had overtaken him as Danko eyed him warily. Finally, he felt as if he could talk without saying something to further embarrass himself. “We need to talk. Now.”
“I agree,” Danko replied, giving him a look that said far more than those two words. “We have a room in Gwenola’s cabin, on the bottom floor with our own bathroom. You can shower and maybe calm the hell down before we have our talk.”
Zohar saw his friend shake his head before taking off toward the cabin, muttering under his breath.
“Damn it.” Zohar glanced back to where he’d last saw Maisy, his Wolf yipping wildly in his head as he pulled his eyes away and followed Danko.
This magical spell was growing stronger and he had to get Sherman here pronto . . . before he lost control and his fucking sanity.
Danko waited for him at the door of the cabin. His friend cocked his head to the side as he came in. “You okay now? I thought you were going to explode out there.”
“I’m fine,” Zohar replied curtly. “Until we’re certain that Jermaine won’t try to return then it would be best if nobody is wandering around at night.”
“I’m not sure I agree.” Danko closed the door before leading Zohar to their room. “First, Jermaine is a coward so I can’t see him coming back here. Second, our men are the best so they’d soon deal with any trespassers long before they got anywhere near the camp. And lastly, I’ll go out on a limb here and say that if it were anyone other than Maisy out there that you would not have reacted as you did. Why don’t you just admit what’s staring you right in the face, Zohar?”
Zohar stomped through the bedroom toward the only other door, assuming it was the bathroom. It was, so he disappeared inside, refusing to answer the pointed question. “What’s more to the point, Danko, is who the fuck is in charge here . . . you or me?”
Not waiting for a reply, he kicked the door closed and leaned against it while taking in great gulps of air. Never had he come so close to losing his temper, not once, but several times in one day. It was unheard of for him. He was Zohar, the most feared Enforcer and he didn’t gain that title by losing his cool at the drop of a hat. Yet here he was hiding in a bathroom so his friend couldn’t see how close he was to flipping out completely.
Shit. He had to calm down and get help and the only person he knew that had the power to do that was Sherman Fucking Kelly. He didn’t look forward to being in the Witch’s debt but he had no choice in the matter. When magic was involved there was only one place to turn and that was the Council’s top Witch.
Now all he had to do was explain to Danko and get Sherman here to do his voodoo hickery pockery and finally rid him of these damn feelings.
When he reappeared from his shower he found Danko sprawled on one of the two single beds in the room. His friend keeping watch on his every move as he grabbed his pack and pulled out some clothes and threw them on before sitting on the opposite bed.
“I’ll be contacting Sherman in the morning.” Zohar started. “He needs to come here and deal with this damn spell before I go out of my mind.”
Danko didn’t look surprised but he shook his head. “I don’t think that’ll be possible.”
“Why?” Zohar asked quickly, worry eating away inside him at the thought of not getting his issue dealt with as quickly as possible.
“I’m sure I mentioned he was away on a mission. He won’t be back for at least a week, possibly longer.”
Zohar’s jaw clenched his words grinding out through his teeth. “No, I’m certain I would’ve remembered that.”
“I didn’t tell you?” Danko frowned. “I thought I had? When you said about speaking to him . . . surely I said he was away? No matter, the fact is that he’s not available right now.”
“Fuck.” Zohar jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth in the small room.
“Zohar, you’ll be fine. Trust me, my friend, I’m certain after a few days here that you’ll feel much better. Just try and relax and stop getting so worked up. Get some rest and tomorrow we can discuss how to help this Pack get back on its feet. Okay?”
Zohar couldn’t believe how blasé
