Lifted.

Wow, now this dude was fucking tall.

And he was pissed.

Six feet six if he was an inch, super long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail and Celtic green eyes. Eyes so bright, so lacking in warmth or mercy that they were like a frozen sea.

“You are becoming a nuisance, Ms. McQuade.” And his voice was like serrated gravel, rough and sharp with a deadly baritone.

“Oh God, we’re dead.” That was Sharone behind her.

“Will we get that lucky?” Emma sounded completely terrified.

“We’re screwed. He’ll tell the alpha . . .” Ashley was actually whispering in the sudden silence of the club.

“Stop already!” Gypsy turned on the three girls with a furious hiss before turning back to the guy with freaky-as-hell too-green eyes. “Who the hell are you anyway?”

“Their worst nightmare if you don’t leave this establishment this moment,” he stated firmly, frozen sea green eyes gleaming icily back at her.

“Go now,” Ashley gripped her arm.

The pain.

It struck at her with a suddenness that had her jerking from the female Coyote violently, causing all three of them to jump back as Gypsy swung away in a graceful pivot. She cleared not just the female Coyotes, but also tall, dark, and who-the-hell-ever.

They stared back at her, shocked, four gazes each going slowly to the military-perfect, well-trained stance she had taken.

And in that second, Gypsy realized that this man knew things about her that even Rule couldn’t suspect yet.

The music was pounding again, loud and hard, the beat racing through her bloodstream and thankfully covering from others’ gazes the perfect stealth maneuver that had swung her away from Ashley as well as the male attempting to reach out for her.

The Breed grinned, displaying strong, white, wickedly sharp canines at the side of his mouth.

“Breed,” she muttered, eyes narrowing.

“You have no idea.” Emma was shaking her head as Gypsy read her lips.

“Go!” Eerie green eyes shifted color and became more frozen as he made the demand.

She didn’t have to hear the tone to know the order in it.

“No.”

He stared back at her with an intensity that was almost frightening. She had to admit, that was one damned freaky look.

Still, she turned her back on him, flipped back her hair and made her way to the bar. She ignored the looks. She ignored Ashley’s nervous calling of her name behind her.

Her friends might be scared of Mr. Freaky, but she wasn’t.

Tonight, she would be damned if she was scared of anyone.

Not Mr. Freaky, and not some half-assed Breed mate who thought she should be waiting whenever he decided to get around to claiming what he’d thrown away to begin with.

“Ms. McQuade.” The deep drawl directly behind her had Gypsy turning again as she reached the bar, anger flaring in her at the sight of the tall Breed towering over her.

“What the hell do you want? And who are you anyway?” she practically yelled at him as the music rose in volume, thundering through the crowd filling the club.

“If you aren’t willing to leave for your own safety, perhaps you’ll leave for Commander Breaker’s.” His head lowered to allow her to hear him over the music. “He should be pulling into the parking lot at any moment—”

Tags: Lora Leigh Breeds Paranormal
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