Lured (The Brazil Werewolf Series Book 4) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn Page B

him. 
                  “Mirella,” Garridan said through clenched teeth, “Don’t say another word.” 
                  Eva’s silver eyes narrowed, “Someone should teach her manners,” she said and laughed, “Perhaps I’ll have the chance to do that one day.” 
                  Garridan’s growl reached my ears as she rolled her eyes, “So dramatic, Garridan.”
                  “What do you want?” He asked as she turned to me.  She moved toward me and I inhaled as Tamas pulled me against him. 
                  “You must be Nadia,” She said and laughed, “We’ve met before though I’m sure you don’t recognize me.”
                  I frowned and shook my head sure that she was lying, “No, we haven’t,” I said. 
                  She grinned, “That’s funny,” she said as she gripped me pulling me from Tamas’ grip before ripping my dress down the shoulder.  The mark the werewolf gave me was exposed and I worked desperately to cover it up as she released me.
                  “That’s my mark,” she said and laughed at my humiliation.  I stood there shocked as she leaned forward and whispered, “Your little sister’s blood tasted so sweet.”
                  I inhaled sharply as the enormity of what she claimed passed through me.  A tremble slid from my head to my feet as I felt Tamas beside me pulling me to him once again.  Still, his presence wasn’t enough.  I wanted her to suffer.  I wanted her to die. 
                  “You killed her?” I said in a whisper but a moment later I repeated it but louder.  My mother’s cry caused my hatred of this woman to rise a notch further as I lunged at her.  Tamas caught me as I screamed and screamed. 
                  Eva backed away laughing as she turned to Sophia and Gavriel, “You’ve been wanting to know who has taken the lead as alpha of the Grey Wolves,” she said and grinned, “It’s me and I’m not as nice as my brother.  No one…Not even my dear nieces will stop me from doing whatever I want to do to you.”
                  She turned to me and grinned, “I expect to see you again, Nadia,” she said and laughed, “And I expect it to be soon.”
                  Then, she was gone leaving me screaming for her death.

Chapter Eight
A Promise Made
                  My screams died along with Eva’s presence and somehow, I found myself swept off of my feet and cradled against Tamas’ strong chest.  I had a vague memory where he carried me to my home while his heart beat a hypnotic rhythm in my ears and laid me on my bed.  My mother’s voice whispered something I couldn’t quite make out as I slipped into a deep sleep that only brought me nightmares of Jaelle’s face as she was pulled from the window but in the dream, I knew who the attacker was. I saw her with her taunting grin and blood soaked mouth.  I wanted her to die.  I wanted to torture her before killing her. 
                  I awoke with a gasp as I shook with the force of the dream.  I found my mother sitting in the chair across from me.  My father sat near her, glancing from her to me with pain covering his face.  Pesha had curled up next to me, looking for comfort from something that he didn’t understand.  His proximity to the window where Jaelle had been taken frightened me. 
                  I rose, picking him up and taking him to his bed where he was safe.  I stared down into his angel face, worried he would be next.  I reached down and let my fingertips glide across his face trying to memorize each curve before returning to the couch.
                  “Don’t let him sleep here,” I whispered, “Never let him sleep here.  Promise me you won’t.”
                  My mother frowned as she tilted her head, studying me