Szereto, Mellanie - Two from the Triangle [Bewitching Desires 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Mellanie Szereto Page B

sweet youngest daughter? Why would you run away?”
    Rebeka had always been the responsible one, Lu was the troublemaker, and the baby of the family had been...well, the baby. Always coddled, always overprotected, and always thwarted when she tried to gain some independence. Swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat, Heléna blinked away stinging tears. Finally, the room came into focus. “I’m sorry, Mother. I didn’t mean to frighten anyone.”
    “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Flóra’s smile said all was forgiven, but Heléna wouldn’t soon forget. “Young men, could you please help her sit up to drink her tea?”
    Before she could even attempt to sit, Heath and Owen gently lifted Heléna’s shoulders, propping her up with a pair of pillows. Heath grasped the delicate saucer her mom handed him.
    “Such helpful boys. Thank you.” Touching her fingers to her lips, Flóra blew a kiss to her daughter. “You’ll take good care of her, won’t you, gentlemen?”
    Embarrassment tore through Heléna at the obvious insinuation. Owen and Heath weren’t her mates any more than the shark that had almost eaten her. “Mother!” She immediately regretted raising her voice. “Ouch. Would everyone please leave me alone so I can drink my tea and go to sleep?”
    Aunt Agnes frowned at Heath and Owen as they started to rise from the bed. “Where do you think you’re going? Heléna needs you right where you are. A concussion patient requires around-the-clock supervision for at least twenty-four hours.” She aimed for the door with Flóra following close behind. A sly smile warned Heléna of another incoming suggestive remark. “Margita will bring breakfast in the morning—but not too early. The three of you have much to learn about each other.”
    Resisting the urge to groan, Heléna lifted the cup from the saucer and sipped her tea in hopes it would dispel her headache. The brew sent warmth fanning out through her body. Or was it from the men sitting beside her?
    No. I won’t let these stupid hormones make a fool of me again. Besides, she couldn’t possibly want sex when she’d been whacked senseless with a piece of flying driftwood. I need sleep, not orgasms.
    Her eyelids grew heavy as she slowly drained the teacup. It slipped from her fingers, but she was sure she hadn’t dropped it. Relaxation crept through her muscles, and her thoughts scattered. She floated downward until her head rested on the pillow and the blankets curled under her chin. The light flicked off. At least she thought so. Maybe she’d only closed her eyes.
    Soft lips caressed her cheeks, making her heart smile. She forced out a whisper. “Stay with me. He can’t hurt you here. Great Grandmother’s magick is much stronger than mine. You’ll stay, won’t you?”
    Owen and Heath stiffened beside her. She sensed she’d said something wrong, but what? Perhaps she’d remember in the morning when her brain wasn’t so addled.
    Soft breath tickled her right ear. “Yes, Heléna, I’ll stay with you.”
    On her left, fingertips trailed along her jaw. “And I’ll stay with you.”
    Relief soothed her worry, and she gave in to the pull of slumber.

Chapter 7

    Heath almost convinced himself whatever Heléna’s mother had put in the tea had made their patient delusional, but the image of the white-haired old woman was burned in his memory. She could easily be Heléna’s great grandmother. The power emanating from her suggested she might be someone capable of magic spells and curses.
    And maybe I’m the one who’s delusional.
    Magic wasn’t real. It was an illusion created by masters of the art, performing to induce the awe of their audiences. Did Heléna come from a family of magical entertainers? A new generation of Houdinis?
    Damn, I need some sleep.
    “How do you think we got here?” Owen’s whisper came out of the dark to bring up the subject Heath had avoided thinking about so far.
    “Don’t know.”
    “Any idea where we