“Just need one shot first.” I needed something to calm me down before I met anyone like the men who showed up on moving day.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Perfect as a peach,” I mumbled, still waving my arm around without any luck.
A shrill whistle pierced the air and had me dropping my hand and shrinking into myself. It was like nails on a chalkboard to me.
“What can I get you, Snow?” one of the busty bartenders bounced over and asked.
Spinning around, I came nose to chest with a very muscular torso and tilted my head back to see a pair of silvery-gray eyes peering down at me. Every instinct I had told me to climb him and mark him as mine, but fear and good sense held me rooted to my spot.
“Dimitri, it’s about time you showed up! What took you so long?” Siam chastised behind me.
“It’s…never mind. I ran into some issues on the way here.” His gaze never moved from mine.
“This is my roommate, Verity, which you would know if you had bothered to show up and help me move. Verity, this is Dimitri.”
One corner of his lips pulled up, and his eyes twinkled. I got the impression he wanted to laugh at his sister. “Nice to meet you, Verity. My sister can’t seem to get it through her thick skull that my name is Snow.”
His hair was light brown, but it had shades of blond and black woven in, creating a unique color. He was tall and very filled out. They were twins? “You…you don’t look anything alike,” I finally forced out. The only thing in common was their silvery eyes.
“Nope. I got all the looks and brains, he got the brawn,” Siam teased, snorting with laughter.
It was only then that I noticed his cut, and my eyes widened, my heart sped up, and I stumbled back. My instincts might be telling me this guy was okay, but I knew what that cut meant, I knew exactly who the Dark Leopards MC were. They were the men who killed my brother. Not indirectly, but they were responsible for his death.
How had I missed this before? The men who showed up weren’t wearing cuts. Siam never mentioned the club. I was feeling lightheaded and couldn’t breathe. The room began to spin, and I lost my balance, pitching to the side, and then darkness. If the universe loved me, I would hit my head and suffer from amnesia or go to heaven.
366
Snow
The last person I expected to find when I finally showed up at tonight’s soiree was my mate, and then to find out she was my sister’s roommate, I was shocked. If I’d known then what I knew now, I would have never sent prospects to move Siam. I would have done it myself and forgot my plan to distance myself from my sister.
The second I pulled into the parking lot of the bar and shut off my engine, I could smell her. I followed her scent to her car, where it was the strongest, and then inside. There, with my sister, neck clear of blood, was my mate. My mate. Her long dark auburn hair had been pulled up into a ponytail, and her dress accentuated her curves. A long neck, heart-shaped face, full tits, and a plump ass made her look more feminine than any woman I’d ever seen. She held an allure few possessed, and she was mine.
She never noticed my approach, but Siam did. I’d have been surprised if she didn’t. Not only was she also a cat, but we were twins, and we’d always been able to sense when the other was near or if something was wrong.
Verity initially inched closer, probably without her realizing it. Her brown hair seemed darker in the low lights, but I could still see her sharp eyes. And then, in an instant, something changed. She fell backward and fainted. I caught her before she hit the ground, swinging her up in my arms.
Back in the alley, I could smell her, but feeling her body pressed against mine, my cat demanded I rub my scent all over her, marking her as mine. She smelled of flowers and crisp mountain air. She smelled like home.
A slap on my arm and my sister yelling, “Dimitri!” brought me out of my stupor.
I didn’t say anything to Siam, didn’t acknowledge her at all. I simply marched to the back of the building to the office and laid her on the couch. Pidge wouldn’t care.
“Does she have any health issues?” I asked Siam, knowing she followed me.
“No, and she doesn’t smell off. You should know that. What the hell is going on?”
Siam was right. Verity didn’t smell off. I knew not all shifters could do it, but when someone was sick, Siam and I had the ability to tell. It was this underlying smell of rot as if something inside the person was dying. Diabetics also smelled sweet, not like the drugs, but more like taffy.
“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” my sister demanded.
“Snow?” Gray’s gruff voice entered into the fray. I could smell Knox with him.
“This is the damsel in distress,” I finally answered, but unless something had been said to anyone else, Knox would be the only one who would understand what I was talking about.
“Her?” Gray sounded shocked, and to be honest, I was, too. I expected to have to tear apart the city, searching for her.
There was shuffling behind me, but I didn’t pay it any attention. Now that I could see her better, I could see the bruising around her neck and along her arms. Her face was scraped and bruised too. She’d tried
