Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Copper Cole Page A

mate and you’re not.”
    Silence ensued, the air thick with tension. Eli looked between the two women while Asa covered his mouth to conceal his smile. Genevieve had to work really hard to stand tall when she felt as though she could collapse with exhaustion from the night before. Suddenly Sophia charged at Genevieve, her speed more than any of them were expecting. Lying pinned on the floor beneath Sophia as she snarled, her fangs inches from Genevieve’s throat, she dug deep into herself for the strength to push the vampire off her.
    Something shifted in her, she no longer felt weak, but strong and impenetrable. She grasped Sophia’s shoulders and pushed. The leverage flipped them so now Genevieve perched on top. “You don’t have to fight me! I’m not your enemy.”
    “I don’t care if you are the Seer. You’ll never be anything other than a lowly human to me.” Sophia spit the words out like poison in her mouth.
    Genevieve’s lips pulled back, revealing her fangs. A low, menacing growl crawled up her throat. She hesitated for less than a second, and Sophia threw her off with a flick of her thin arms. Sophia may have appeared petite, but she was anything but weak. Genevieve found herself gasping for breath as she slid down the wall she landed against.
     
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    Seeing Genevieve fighting with Sophia, of all vampires, was hard for Eli to watch. His first instinct was to grab her and hide her away. When he moved to intervene, Asa stopped him. “You have to let them sort it out,” he said.
    So Eli stood by and let it play out. As good and strong as he knew Genevieve to be, he knew Sophia to be a skilled fighter. Genevieve crouched down in a fighting stance. The two female vampires circled each other, fangs bared and snarls ripping from their throats. Had the situation not been so dire, Eli would have found it extremely hot.
    Sophia struck first, quick and fierce as she darted right, then left, before attempting to charge into Genevieve. Genevieve saw it coming and countered every move. She moved with grace and elegance, a seductive dance. She nearly floated around the room, staying out of Sophia’s grasp. Genevieve turned her head slightly, taking her eyes off her opponent for a split second. That was all Sophia needed to make her move.
    Eli saw it coming and could do nothing about it. Sophia twisted Genevieve’s arm behind her back and threw her to the floor. Just as her fangs touched Genevieve’s neck, Kota, in his wolf form, charged into the room and knocked Sophia off Genevieve. The wolf’s teeth were inches from ripping Sophia’s throat out when Genevieve shouted, “Kota, stop!”
    Her voice was the only thing that saved Sophia’s life. Eli watched in shock as Kota backed away from Sophia. He growled and snarled, his teeth still glinting with saliva. Eli had never seen the shifter fight before. Considering Genevieve had been the first Seer in hundreds of years, there had never been a reason for him to. Eli, impressed with the wolf’s speed and strength, knew Kota would come in handy when the Fallen made their move.
    “Back away from her, Kota,” Genevieve ordered softly.
    Kota backed away, never taking his eyes off Sophia. His head hung low, his hackles stood on end, and Eli could see that Kota would kill anyone or anything to protect Genevieve. Kota sat on his haunches in front of Genevieve, his yellow eyes aglow with rage.
    “Sophia, regardless of your hate for me, this is bigger than all of us. You can fight me on this and die, or you can retreat and let us defend you.” Genevieve’s voice held authority.
    “Don’t presume this changes anything.” Sophia moved toward Genevieve, but stopped when Kota growled and snapped at her. “Do what you must, Seer, but we will not be pushed out of our home.”
    With that, Sophia stormed out of the room, lacking all the beauty and grace she was so well-known for.
    “What the hell was that?” Asa asked, looking between Eli, Genevieve, and