Were-Devils' Revenge [Were-Devils of Tasmania 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Simone Sinna Page B

here. They would need to get them together or ideally alone. But now there was this added complication. Gabriella was clearly not ghost because he would have sensed it. Her father was human. But her mother? Her grandmother? Lena was definitely ghost so not a sister. A cousin maybe.
    His attention was drawn to a man standing by the graveside, an older, white-haired man with a large nose. Next to him was another man who looked like a brother. The first was distressed. Clearly it was his wife they were lowering into the grave. But Mac also sensed anger, a seething wave of rage that felt like it had been awakened. He had no doubt where the rage was directed.
    “Let’s get out of here.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Gabriella hugged her cousin. They were close friends but hadn’t seen each other in over a month. She had heard via Wilson about her recent trip south and grabbed her cousin’s arm.
    “Oh, Lena,” Gabriella cried out when she saw the ugly, red scar down her cousin’s arm. “You could have been killed.”
    “Would have been,” said Zachary joining them. “If the deadbeat, little rats had had their way.”
    “Zachary saved me,” Lena added.
    Gabriella hugged her again. “Promise you won’t go down there again.”
    “Don’t have to,” said Zachary. “They’re up here somewhere.”
    “Are you sure, Zachary?” Gabriella’s grandmother asked, her voice low and deep and commanding immediate respect.
    “We smelt it months ago,” Zachary replied. “We thought it might have been Tremain up here with a virus he’d developed.”
    Gabriella, like everyone else, knew that Tilman Tremain, a were-devil academic, had been working on a vaccine to combat the contagious cancer that had been ravaging the species for the last thirty years.
    “But it wasn’t,” said Lena. “He’s still working on saving his world, though we managed to put a damper on that.”
    Gabriella saw her grandmother wince.
    “Wilson thought he smelled them here, farther south,” added Zachary. “Speaking of whom, has anyone seen him?”
    Gabriella was still annoyed at Wilson for being jealous, so she hadn’t been looking for him. But no one else had seen him either. She shrugged. “He’s in a bad mood with me, but I thought he was bigger than letting that interfere with him coming today.”
    “I wouldn’t have thought he’d miss this,” said Zachary.
    Gabriella watched Zachary’s bereaved grandfather starting to round up the family. Though Wilson was a Magnussen he would have turned up. She saw Zachary frown. He was thinking the same.
    Wilson was soon forgotten as his grandfather started to speak. “I tell you,” he said. “Marianne didn’t die of anything natural. The revenge has started, and we are all at risk.”
    Gabriella’s grandmother started to walk toward her brother, the crowd splitting to let her through. Gabriella didn’t think she’d ever seen so many of her family and the Magnussens together. Even her Great-Uncle Charles’s grandsons, Damon and Kadar, who had somewhat legendary reputations for aloofness and never being around, were there. As the elegant, older woman walked between them, her back stiff, her long, off-white gown swished around her ankles. She looked far younger than her years.
    “Adam,” she said. “You have been talking this way for the last seventy years. If you are right, it is because you and Charles brought it upon us.”
    “And all because your sister was a traitor.”
    Gabriella held her breath. The “traitor” had of course been Adam’s sister, too, but she had never been forgiven.
    “No, Adam,” said Gabriella’s grandmother. “It was because she wasn’t allowed to follow her heart. And any fallout now is because of the pact you made with our cursed Northern cousins.”
    Silence ate into the space like an evil memory, weaving in between each of them. Gabriella had never heard what had really happened and didn’t even think her mother knew. But, seeing her grandmother staring