Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

“Why are you asking about Zee’s bloodline?” Gage asks me, ignoring the sidetracked conversation. I look over to see him studying me as though he already knows the answer to that question.

My gaze returns to Zee, who seems oblivious to the meaning behind my initial question.

“She told me she was mine for as long as it takes to get to know me.”

Air hisses between Ella’s teeth as she shakes her head. “She has no idea what that means to one of us. She especially doesn’t know what it means to say that to an alpha changer who is already obsessed with her; a changer who has possibly already claimed her,” Ella points out, not realizing how damn true that is.

“Yeah,” I murmur, still distracted.

“What did you tell her about you?” Gage asks.

“I lied and said I was from Ireland. And I told her a few other lies about my past. I can’t tell her the truth.”

“What is the truth?” Ella pries.

I snort out a laugh. “My past is my past. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Gage tenses, as though he understands. We’ve been around a long time and lost inside our skin. He understands what they can’t.

The silence stretches on until I finally commit to my plan. “Zee, how strong would your bonds be to someone you sired?”

“I don’t know. Never sired anyone. Never plan to. Why?”

“You can’t be serious,” Ella growls, slapping my arm hard enough to make me wince. Damn, she’s strong.

“You can’t honestly say you didn’t see this coming,” Gage says to her, unaffected by my plan. He gets it.

“I won’t sire her,” Zee says adamantly.

“Not even for me?” I drawl, charmingly of course.

“Hell no. The bonds would be intense, and Roslyn would even think she’s in love with me for at least a while. Do you think you could take that? Because I’d rather not be your punching bag after doing what you asked.”

Hadn’t thought of that shit. He’s right—I’d fuck him up if she started trying to seduce him because of the bonds.

“Then Sierra can do it,” I say, shrugging. “Lycans don’t bond like that.”

“You’re a selfish, arrogant son of a bitch,” Amy growls, reminding me that she’s within earshot. “How could you even think of doing that to her?”

“Just because you didn’t appreciate being turned doesn’t mean everyone would be that way. If Roslyn and I get close enough, it would only make sense to turn her.”

Amy snarls, but Sierra shrugs. “Let me know if you want it done. I don’t mind.”

Amy turns a fire-breathing glare on her, but Sierra acts unaffected as she squats to examine the ground closer.

“Don’t just have her turned. Give her a choice.” Ella’s threatening and scolding glare is concentrated on me, but it doesn’t make me feel bad in the least for what I want.

“Can’t. She might say no. Besides, after she realizes she won’t age, she’ll be fine with it. I can help her leash the inner beast.”

Gage laughs, but smothers it quickly when Kimber turns a warning glare on him. He’s so fucking whipped.

“Look at Amy,” Ella reminds him. Of course Amy still looks like she’s plotting my death. “She hates this life. She wants to be human. She never wanted any of this. What if Roslyn is like her?”

She wouldn’t be. Amy was turned by a ruthless killer that just wanted a mate to mount. I want Roslyn for many other reasons, even though it’s all a little murky to me. I actually hate being away from her right now.

“Amy and Roslyn are two different people.”

“She could end up hating you as much as I hated the monster who turned me into this,” Amy growls.