Aria
My mate! What the goddess! I am stunned by this turn, Aoife suddenly goes quiet, calm. Before I can recover myself he grabs me around the waist hauling me over his shoulder and marching us away.
As I recover my senses I try to struggle free from his hold, something that would normally be easy but his grip on me is like iron. Helplessly I glare back at my brother who remains seated looking just as stunned by this turn of events as I am. Even the little vamp tramp looks shocked, they all remain glued in place watching us go.
I feel him shift as he opens a door and the cool night air bites against my exposed skin, the slamming of the heavy door behind us makes me jump. We are in an alley behind the club, lights dim from the distant street lights on the main street, not another soul
