Sherrilyn Kenyon: Bad Moon Rising

One taunting eyebrow shot up. “You can’t or you won’t?”

“Both.”

“And your mate? What did she have to say about this?”

“She agreed with my decision.”

“Even though it means she might not live to see your children grow up?”

Vane nodded. “We understand the consequences. As I said, we’re hoping for your mercy. But whatever you decide, I can’t live knowing my life was paid for with my brother’s blood.”

“That’s a hell of a thing to hope for. You’re not really counting on me to play with a conscience, are you?”

F ang frowned as he heard someone at the door of his cell. He looked back at Vane and Savitar who were still talking.

What was going on?

“Fang? Are you in there?”

His heart stopped beating at the sound of the last voice he expected to hear. “Aimee?”

“Hurry. Get the door open.”

Who was she talking to?

“Stand back, akri-wolf! The Simi’s gonna huff and puff and melt that door down. And you might not want to be too close when I do it, ’cause melted wolf is tough on the enamel and akra-Aimee might not like it if you turn into a puddle of bloody goo. Besides, burning wolf is kind of smelly to the Simi’s delicate nostrils. So stand back.”

Fang was stunned. Simi was with Aimee? Ash’s demon companion? What the hell was she doing here?

What was Aimee thinking?

Knowing better than to argue with Simi, who never took no for an answer unless Ash was the one saying it, Fang did as she said. He’d barely cleared the area when the door literally disintegrated into a molten pool on the floor.

Beaming with pride over what she’d done, Simi wiped her hands together. “That was fun… you think Savitar will let the Simi blast through something else? Maybe that curtain over there…”

“No, no, Simi,” Aimee said, pulling her to a stop. “We don’t want to torch the curtains.”

Simi’s bottom lip jutted out into a strangely becoming pout. “Oh, pooh, you’re just like akri. No, Simi, don’t be breathing fire around the flammable objects or small children. Except for that black plastic card that’s not really plastic. It some metal thing, but the Simi loves it ’cause it let her buy everything she want without limit. He never say no to Simi when she use it. Oh, hello there, Fang. You okay? You looking kind of peaked or piqued or…? Oh, heck, the Simi can never keep those straight.”

Ignoring Simi’s rant, he looked at Aimee. “What are you two doing here?”

“We’re saving you.”

“ Aimee ,” he said, stressing her name and the danger she’d placed them both in.

He also stopped as he saw Savitar flash in behind her with a look of extreme fury on his face.

“No buts, Fang. I can’t let you do…” Her words faded as she caught sight of Savitar standing behind her in the glass’s reflection.

Aimee froze to the spot. Her heart sliding into her stomach, she turned around to face what had to be the most terrifying grimace ever conceived.

“Hi,” she said, hoping to lighten his mood.

His look only darkened-so much for trying. It’d only made it worse. “What are you doing, bear?”

“By the unhappy glower on your face, I would say making the single worst mistake of my life.”

Fang moved to stand in front of her. “She was only trying to help me.”

“And going against me in the process. No offense, but that seriously pisses me off.”

Simi’s eyes widened. “Ooo, you got that throbbing vein like akri gets right before he turns blue. You gonna turn blue too, akri-Savvy?”

Aimee gulped. “No, Simi, I think he’s turning redder.”

Savitar looked as if he was working hard on not killing her. “Answer me one thing… What were you going to do after you took him out of here?”

Aimee hesitated.

“You didn’t exactly think this through, did you?” Savitar looked at Vane who’d just moved into the area to see what was going on. “Wolves and Simi, leave. Now.”

Vane passed a sympathetic look to Aimee before he followed Savitar’s command.

Fang knew he was about to commit suicide, but he couldn’t obey him and leave Aimee here alone. The protective wolf inside him would never abandon her to anyone’s wrath, especially not someone as capricious and lethal as Savitar. “It’s my fault she’s here. I take full responsibility.”

Savitar sneered at him. “Don’t make me laugh, wolf. You’re out of soul to sell to keep her safe. Take the out I’m giving you before I take your life.”

He slowly shook his head, his determination set in stone.

Savitar threw his hand out and blasted Fang so hard it lifted him up and slammed into the wall behind him. “Have you any idea how angry I am right now?”

Fang struggled to breathe. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“No, I don’t think you do.”

He slammed Fang to the ground so hard Fang swore half the bones in his body broke.

Simi, who hadn’t left yet, went running up to Savitar and whispered in his ear. Savitar’s scowl lessened. He dropped his hand as his face returned to its typical stoicism. “Get out. Both of you. But know, little bear, that with this, I’ve revoked the license on Sanctuary for good.”

Aimee gasped. “What?”

“You heard me. Now leave before I kill you both for disobeying me.”

He actually didn’t give them a choice. One moment they were on Savitar’s island and in the next they were in the foyer of Peltier House.

Fang looked around at the dark Victorian furniture, bemused. There was no sign of Vane.

Simi popped in a second later. “Oh, good. Simi was afraid Savitar done gone and been really mean to you. But you okay. That’s good.”

Aimee frowned at the demon. “What did you say to Savitar?”

“I told him you were Simi’s friends and that I didn’t want him to make brolf stew.”

“Brolf?”

“Bear and wolf, which might be tasty, but not when it’s made out of people the Simi likes. Besides, Aimee always feeds me good ice cream whenever I come to Sanctuary.”

Aimee hugged the little Goth demon who meant the world to her. One thing about Simi, you could always count on her. “Thank you for your help, Simi.”

Simi opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Maman was there, her eyes flaming angry. Aimee’s heart flopped at the sight. Never had she seen her this mad.

“What have you done?” Maman demanded.

Simi vanished.

Aimee felt the color fade from her face.

Maman would have slapped her had Fang not caught her hand and held it away from Aimee’s cheek. That only angered her mother more. “You have ruined us. I want you both out of here. Now.”

Wanting to soothe her mother, Aimee stepped forward. “Maman-”

“No,” she snarled. There was no reprieve or forgiveness in her voice or expression. “You have endangered every one of us and for what?” She raked Fang with a disgusted sneer. “You are dead to me, Aimee. I never want to see you again and you are no longer part of this family or patria. Get out.”

Aimee’s vision dimmed. “But-”

“Get! Out!”

Fang pulled her against him. “C’mon. She needs to calm down.”

Aimee allowed him to teleport her out of her home to Vane’s house.

Vane was in the living room, his face a mask of worry that lifted the instant he saw them. “Thank the gods. I was terrified of what Savitar had done to you.”

Aimee barely understood those words as the true horror of what had happened slammed into her.

Her mother had thrown her out. She’d revoked her clan from her and left her abandoned.

Vane furrowed his brow. “Is she okay?”

Fang didn’t answer the question. He didn’t think Aimee would want him to share what had just happened with someone who, to her, was basically a stranger. “Can you give us a minute?”