stood there, dressed all in black, feet braced, fury on his face.
Jase leaped over Brenna, planting himself between her and danger. He stilled and shook his head. “Kell?”
Kellach Dunne dropped his leather duster to the floor. “You are not mating my cousin.”
Anticipation flooded Jase’s veins. At six and a half feet, they stood eye-to-eye. More important, Jase had been working out impossibly hard for the last five years. He could handle the witch enforcer. “Apparently, I am mating your cousin.” He settled his own stance and flashed a grin. “Is there something you think you can do about it?”
Kell moved with the speed of a soldier and the fury of a witch. The first punch to Jase’s jaw sent his head to the side. Jase slowly turned back, his smile even feeling dangerous. He pulled back his arm as a decoy and jumped up, slamming both feet into Kell’s face.
The witch flew back against the damaged door. His long black hair escaped its band. Anger glowed deep in his odd black eyes.
With a roar, he shot forward, his fists punching too fast to see.
“Kell!” Brenna yelled and stumbled toward them. “Stop it.”
Jase pivoted to keep her behind him and cracked his elbow up into Kell’s nose. Cartilage broke with a resounding snap. Two bodies rushed through the doorway, and his brother tackled Jase into the wall.
Moira slid between them, her hands on Kell’s chest. Green fire danced up her arms.
Jase struggled and nailed his brother in the cheek with a right cross.
Conn pinned his forearm against Jase’s neck, shoving him harder against the wall. His eyes glowed with a mixture of anger and concern. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
Jase struggled, yet kept his legs still. He didn’t want to hurt his brother—he wanted to hurt Kell. “Let go of me.”
“No. Calm down, Jase.” Desperation rode Conn’s tone.
Jase turned his focus on his older brother. The brother who’d taught him to fight. Years ago, before he’d been taken, Conn would’ve cheerfully kicked his ass for that punch in the face. Now, not so much. He showed his teeth. “You want to go, big brother?”
Conn’s eyes narrowed, and his forearm cut off more air. “No, and neither do you. Calm the fuck down.”
“No. Let’s go, asshole. You want a fight? You’ve got one.” Even as the words spewed from Jase, nausea filled his gut. He couldn’t stop the fury.
The desolation in Conn’s expression cut deeper than any knife the demons had used. “I don’t want a fight.” He shoved away from Jase. “I want my brother back.”
Jase straightened and tugged his shirt into place. “Your brother is long gone.” He pivoted to face Kell, who had blood running down his face from the broken nose. “Mind your own business.”
“No. This mating will not happen.” Kell wiped blood off with the back of his hand. “Brenna, pack a bag. We’re out of here.”
Brenna stepped over shards of wood to stand next to Jase. “What in the world are you doing in Dublin? I thought you were fighting in the north.”
“I heard you were attacked.” Kell eyed Jase and clenched his hands into fists.
“She was. Great job protecting her, enforcer,” Jase said.
Kell’s left eyebrow rose. “You are not mating this self-destructive bastard.”
Brenna sighed. “I love you, Kell. But my mind is made up, and you need to respect that.”
“Over my dead body,” the witch hissed.
“That can be arranged,” Jase drawled.
Conn rubbed his head. “Shut the fuck up, Jase.”
Brenna tangled her fingers with Jase’s. “Everyone just calm down.”
Jase kept his gaze on the witch and tried to ignore the sense of comfort he felt from Brenna taking his side. Her small hand felt fragile in his. “In fact, everyone get the hell out. Brenna and I weren’t finished talking.”
Moira held both hands out. Her wild red hair curled around her shoulders, and her eyes were pissed. “Enough testosterone, damn it. Kell, Brenna is a big girl
Jase leaped over Brenna, planting himself between her and danger. He stilled and shook his head. “Kell?”
Kellach Dunne dropped his leather duster to the floor. “You are not mating my cousin.”
Anticipation flooded Jase’s veins. At six and a half feet, they stood eye-to-eye. More important, Jase had been working out impossibly hard for the last five years. He could handle the witch enforcer. “Apparently, I am mating your cousin.” He settled his own stance and flashed a grin. “Is there something you think you can do about it?”
Kell moved with the speed of a soldier and the fury of a witch. The first punch to Jase’s jaw sent his head to the side. Jase slowly turned back, his smile even feeling dangerous. He pulled back his arm as a decoy and jumped up, slamming both feet into Kell’s face.
The witch flew back against the damaged door. His long black hair escaped its band. Anger glowed deep in his odd black eyes.
With a roar, he shot forward, his fists punching too fast to see.
“Kell!” Brenna yelled and stumbled toward them. “Stop it.”
Jase pivoted to keep her behind him and cracked his elbow up into Kell’s nose. Cartilage broke with a resounding snap. Two bodies rushed through the doorway, and his brother tackled Jase into the wall.
Moira slid between them, her hands on Kell’s chest. Green fire danced up her arms.
Jase struggled and nailed his brother in the cheek with a right cross.
Conn pinned his forearm against Jase’s neck, shoving him harder against the wall. His eyes glowed with a mixture of anger and concern. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
Jase struggled, yet kept his legs still. He didn’t want to hurt his brother—he wanted to hurt Kell. “Let go of me.”
“No. Calm down, Jase.” Desperation rode Conn’s tone.
Jase turned his focus on his older brother. The brother who’d taught him to fight. Years ago, before he’d been taken, Conn would’ve cheerfully kicked his ass for that punch in the face. Now, not so much. He showed his teeth. “You want to go, big brother?”
Conn’s eyes narrowed, and his forearm cut off more air. “No, and neither do you. Calm the fuck down.”
“No. Let’s go, asshole. You want a fight? You’ve got one.” Even as the words spewed from Jase, nausea filled his gut. He couldn’t stop the fury.
The desolation in Conn’s expression cut deeper than any knife the demons had used. “I don’t want a fight.” He shoved away from Jase. “I want my brother back.”
Jase straightened and tugged his shirt into place. “Your brother is long gone.” He pivoted to face Kell, who had blood running down his face from the broken nose. “Mind your own business.”
“No. This mating will not happen.” Kell wiped blood off with the back of his hand. “Brenna, pack a bag. We’re out of here.”
Brenna stepped over shards of wood to stand next to Jase. “What in the world are you doing in Dublin? I thought you were fighting in the north.”
“I heard you were attacked.” Kell eyed Jase and clenched his hands into fists.
“She was. Great job protecting her, enforcer,” Jase said.
Kell’s left eyebrow rose. “You are not mating this self-destructive bastard.”
Brenna sighed. “I love you, Kell. But my mind is made up, and you need to respect that.”
“Over my dead body,” the witch hissed.
“That can be arranged,” Jase drawled.
Conn rubbed his head. “Shut the fuck up, Jase.”
Brenna tangled her fingers with Jase’s. “Everyone just calm down.”
Jase kept his gaze on the witch and tried to ignore the sense of comfort he felt from Brenna taking his side. Her small hand felt fragile in his. “In fact, everyone get the hell out. Brenna and I weren’t finished talking.”
Moira held both hands out. Her wild red hair curled around her shoulders, and her eyes were pissed. “Enough testosterone, damn it. Kell, Brenna is a big girl
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