fear and aggression.
And it wasn’t his.
As if to confirm his uneasiness, Levi stood on quiet alert at the top of the stairs, staring into the darkness.
“Levi?”
The retriever tilted her head and whined.
Archer discarded the drink and frowned when he saw the soft glow of flames licking at the haze of darkness in the distance.
Before he could process the sight, Ethan walked up behind him.
“What the hell is that?” Ethan asked, motioning to the fire with the glass in his hand. “Rose have some voodoo witchy crap going on?”
Archer narrowed his eyes, doubtful. “Why would Rose have a roaring fire in the middle of the forest?” The nagging sensation in his gut heightened, demanding he sit up and take action. And then it dawned on him. “It’s Sienna. Something’s wrong.”
“Isn’t she up in her room?” Ethan asked, quickly setting his glass on the table beside him. “Have you checked on her again?”
“I’m going to kill her,” Archer said, and bolted down the stairs, Levi directly beside him.
With their supernatural speed, it took mere moments for both brothers to reach the fire.
Archer slapped a hand across Ethan’s chest, putting an abrupt stop to his haste. With his other hand, he reigned in the unsettled dog.
With a brief nod, Ethan motioned to the circle of flames ahead of them. “Voodoo witchy crap. What the hell are they doing?”
“I have no bloody idea.” But the smell of raw aggression punched him in the gut. And fear. Sienna’s fear. Archer looked around, his fists clenched at his sides. The fire blazed sharply, eliminating the dullness of the darkening forest. Nearby leaves of several tree branches sizzled into a crackling oblivion. His stomach rolled when he saw the silhouettes of the two men trapped in the middle of the fire.
Barking furiously, Levi broke away from Archer and bolted.
And then he saw her.
Sienna.
The sight of Sienna on her knees, drawing on the remains of her strength to keep the two men trapped in their fire prison, sent immediate chills down his spine.
“Sienna!”
Levi was already all over her. Sienna’s head whipped around, and he saw the relief cross her face.
“What took you so long?” she asked casually, but he heard the strain in her voice.
“What happened?” Archer asked, kneeling beside her.
“Harper.”
His head flung up, and he glared at the two men. “They came here?”
“Bold, aren’t they?”
“Are you okay?”
She gave a brief nod at the same time the intensity of the flames lessened.
“Sienna, stop,” he said, placing a hand on her arm. The trembling he felt beneath his fingers brought on a fresh wave of anger. “We’re here. You can stop.”
The fire didn’t let up and he moved closer to her. A quick glance at Ethan told him what he needed to know. His brother nodded in response, ready for the attack that would follow the moment the wall of fire came down.
“Sienna,” Archer said, sliding his arms around her shoulders, “stop.”
Just like that, the fire disappeared, leaving the two men exposed to the wrath of her Keepers.
“Go inside,” he told her, tugging her to her feet. When she hesitated, he pinned her with a glare of half warning, half-pleading. “We’ve got this, Sienna.”
She nodded and backed away at the same time the two entrapped men sprang into action.
It was only when she disappeared into the darkness, Levi hot on her heels, that Archer whirled toward them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With a burning sensation chewing at his gut, Archer marched through the house in search of Sienna.
He found her in the kitchen, draining a bottle of water, a bloodied tissue clasped in one hand. Nose bleed, no doubt. Whenever her powers had taken too strong a toll on her body, she’d develop either a migraine or a nosebleed.
Despite his rage, he couldn’t help but notice her, and hesitated in the doorway. Her red hair, a striking contrast to the white shirt she wore, hung loose around her shoulders. Her shirt
And it wasn’t his.
As if to confirm his uneasiness, Levi stood on quiet alert at the top of the stairs, staring into the darkness.
“Levi?”
The retriever tilted her head and whined.
Archer discarded the drink and frowned when he saw the soft glow of flames licking at the haze of darkness in the distance.
Before he could process the sight, Ethan walked up behind him.
“What the hell is that?” Ethan asked, motioning to the fire with the glass in his hand. “Rose have some voodoo witchy crap going on?”
Archer narrowed his eyes, doubtful. “Why would Rose have a roaring fire in the middle of the forest?” The nagging sensation in his gut heightened, demanding he sit up and take action. And then it dawned on him. “It’s Sienna. Something’s wrong.”
“Isn’t she up in her room?” Ethan asked, quickly setting his glass on the table beside him. “Have you checked on her again?”
“I’m going to kill her,” Archer said, and bolted down the stairs, Levi directly beside him.
With their supernatural speed, it took mere moments for both brothers to reach the fire.
Archer slapped a hand across Ethan’s chest, putting an abrupt stop to his haste. With his other hand, he reigned in the unsettled dog.
With a brief nod, Ethan motioned to the circle of flames ahead of them. “Voodoo witchy crap. What the hell are they doing?”
“I have no bloody idea.” But the smell of raw aggression punched him in the gut. And fear. Sienna’s fear. Archer looked around, his fists clenched at his sides. The fire blazed sharply, eliminating the dullness of the darkening forest. Nearby leaves of several tree branches sizzled into a crackling oblivion. His stomach rolled when he saw the silhouettes of the two men trapped in the middle of the fire.
Barking furiously, Levi broke away from Archer and bolted.
And then he saw her.
Sienna.
The sight of Sienna on her knees, drawing on the remains of her strength to keep the two men trapped in their fire prison, sent immediate chills down his spine.
“Sienna!”
Levi was already all over her. Sienna’s head whipped around, and he saw the relief cross her face.
“What took you so long?” she asked casually, but he heard the strain in her voice.
“What happened?” Archer asked, kneeling beside her.
“Harper.”
His head flung up, and he glared at the two men. “They came here?”
“Bold, aren’t they?”
“Are you okay?”
She gave a brief nod at the same time the intensity of the flames lessened.
“Sienna, stop,” he said, placing a hand on her arm. The trembling he felt beneath his fingers brought on a fresh wave of anger. “We’re here. You can stop.”
The fire didn’t let up and he moved closer to her. A quick glance at Ethan told him what he needed to know. His brother nodded in response, ready for the attack that would follow the moment the wall of fire came down.
“Sienna,” Archer said, sliding his arms around her shoulders, “stop.”
Just like that, the fire disappeared, leaving the two men exposed to the wrath of her Keepers.
“Go inside,” he told her, tugging her to her feet. When she hesitated, he pinned her with a glare of half warning, half-pleading. “We’ve got this, Sienna.”
She nodded and backed away at the same time the two entrapped men sprang into action.
It was only when she disappeared into the darkness, Levi hot on her heels, that Archer whirled toward them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With a burning sensation chewing at his gut, Archer marched through the house in search of Sienna.
He found her in the kitchen, draining a bottle of water, a bloodied tissue clasped in one hand. Nose bleed, no doubt. Whenever her powers had taken too strong a toll on her body, she’d develop either a migraine or a nosebleed.
Despite his rage, he couldn’t help but notice her, and hesitated in the doorway. Her red hair, a striking contrast to the white shirt she wore, hung loose around her shoulders. Her shirt
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