Three Sexy Wolves and I

Chapter 7- Tyler

The man threw himself at Amelia, breaking her hold on Sebastian.

"Stop!"

Pain cut up Amelia's spine and down her legs, making her cry out, but she still fought the heavy weight on top of her. He pinned her down, struggling to gain control of her limbs. Exhaustion and her back injury forced her to go passive. Her magic sparked and died in her chest, spent like a candle burned too long. Amelia made a choking sound of grief.

The man stared down at her, his face shadowed by a long fall of blue black hair. Tyler Marcial, head of the Coven. The long silver hair branded him. She didn't even need to see his face.

Amelia winced and let out a small sob. "No! I need to kill, Sebastian. It's because of him, because of the demon, that my sister is dead."

"He won't get away with what he's done, Amelia," came his low voice. "But his punishment can't be like this."

"How do you know my name?"

Behind them she could hear faees subduing Sebastian. The limo rocked with the motion. "You said you're Andrea's sister. I can only assume you mean, the water fae who was killed by a demon a couple of months ago. That makes you Amelia. We're on the same side. If I let you up, will you be good?"

Amelia's mouth snapped shut and she nodded.

Tyler moved away from her, his face—set in handsome, brutal lines—finally coming into view. She glanced around the limo's interior, seeing two more faees she was well acquainted with. Justin and Allan. The two men restrained the injured Sebastian, who wasn't fighting anymore. He knelt with his hands between his legs, looking like the only battle he could wage was against unconsciousness.

"We are not on the same side," Amelia growled at Tyler. "You are preventing me from—"

"Taking your revenge. I know. But this is not the way."

"I didn't kill her sister," spat Sebastian from behind them.

Tyler cast a look at Sebastian that reminded Amelia of how a cat might regard a worm, beneath his bother but something interesting to play with. "In general I'd prefer Sebastian dead," he drawled, "but we need him."

Cradling her injured hand, Amelia only glowered at him through her hair in response. She sought Marcial's emotions, but got nothing more than a flicker. Either she was too tired to sense them or he was hellishly repressed.

"Ah, Amelia? Not that I mind the view, but…" Justin looked at her pointedly, helping her remember her state of undress.

She glanced down, registering her lack of clothing. In her rage, that little detail had been lost.

Hell. Could anything more go wrong?

Making sure the fae had a hold of Sebastian, Allan tossed her dress to her and she gingerly slid it over her head, wincing at the pain in her back.

Tyler jerked his head at Sebastian. "Incapacitate him for transportation."

Justin stared down at Sebastian—his expression dangerously dark. For a moment Amelia wondered what he'd do. The demon had tried to kill Justin's girlfriend last winter.

Justin glanced pointedly at Sebastian's privates. "You should see a doctor about that." Then he punched him—hard. Sebastian slumped to the floor of the limo, unconscious.

"You could've just drugged him," said Tyler with a twist to his lips.

Justin glared down at Sebastian. "That was one option."

"You could've just let me kill him, too," Amelia added. "That would have been much less trouble for everyone. I know I would have been far happier."

Tyler turned and regarded her with eyes that seemed blacker than obsidian. They were unsettling, yet beautiful, and they matched the hair that swirled around his shoulders. The man truly did look like a fae—a very, very wicked one. "Really? That would have made you happy, Amelia? Tell the truth."

She glanced away from him, suddenly feeling far more naked under his gaze than when she'd been undressed.

The head of the Coven was better looking in person than he was in his pictures, like some beautiful fallen angel, although the rough-hewn lines of his face saved him from the more perfect type of male prettiness. His sensual, lush mouth seemed at odds with the rest of him, set with deep lines on either side. He had a powerfully built body, long of leg and broad of shoulder. Every inch of that massive body had been pressed against her and it had hurt. Her back twinged with the memory and she grimaced.

"So how's it going, Amelia? Long time, no see," said Allan as though they'd met up by chance at Starbucks or something.

Her lips turned up in a smile. Grinning at Allan was something you had to do because of his charm, especially if you were female. Even under these circumstances, she couldn't help it.

"Not too great, Allan."

"Get him out of here," Tyler growled at Allan. He turned to Justin. "Can you heal her back and hand?"

"Amelia's hand and back, yes. Sebastian's d**k, no. My hands aren't going anywhere near that. Bloody disgusting."

"We'll let Sebastian heal on his own, I think. It's the least he deserves."

Allan heaved Sebastian out of the limo and Tyler followed, casting one piercing look at her over his shoulder before he went. "I want to talk to you. Don't disappear."

Amelia narrowed her eyes at Tyler back. Asshole! He had no right to order her around. She'd left the Coven. Hell, what she'd just done made her a flat-out demon. Tyler Marcial held no power over her.

"Give me your hand," said Justin.

She unlocked her jaw and raised her hand, shifting gingerly on the floor of the limo and snagging the heel of her shoe in the carpet.

Justin took her hand between his palms. Justin was a fire fae and, therefore, could heal. She'd always found it odd that the power resided in such a destructive element.Amelia's hand grew warm, tingled, and the pain receded. When he released her, the skin was pink and healing quickly. He jerked his chin at the seat. "Sit down with your back to me."

Carefully, Amelia pushed up and slid onto the seat. Ripples of pain shot through her back and down her legs. She blew out a careful breath as nausea swamped her.

Justin sat behind her and placed his palms along her spine, one above the other. His hands, completely businesslike on her back, grew warm. Her twisted back improved immediately. "I don't remember your hair being this dark a shade of red or your eyes being green, Amelia. You look rather, um-hot."

"I colored my hair, and I'm wearing contacts."

"All the better to stalk your prey, hmm?"

"I guess. Sebastian prefers redheads."