My Protector (Bewitched and Bewildered, #2)

by Alanea Alder

"What else could go wrong?" she demanded, shaking her fist at the sky. A crack of thunder was her answer as rain began to fall, creating rivulets of water running down her body.

"Gavriel dreamt about you before you got here. He said you were either mentally retarded or had a severe inner ear imbalance. He broke two of the stress balls I gave him worrying about you." "I see." Mental note: Kick mate's ass

"It's because I'm a 'Limited Edition'. Y'all should be grateful for even knowing me," Meryn huffed.

And there goes my heart, where did it go? Oh yes, in his pocket to carry around for all time.

"All hail Coffee God."

"So, if it's okay to call Elizabeth a bunny, then could I call you a bitch?" Meryn asked sweetly.

"You mean she's motivated by coffee and nerd gear and judges people solely on whether they're an asshole or not?"

"How angry did you make her boy?" "She set my car on fire."

"Because of five words Meryn said to us after she moved in." "What were they?" Elizabeth asked. "I. Know. Where. You. Sleep." Colton shuddered. The warriors standing around them all gulped.

"That's just it; you have to let her walk out on her own. You'll watch her trip and tumble. She will break bones and scrape her skin off. You'll want to cry for her as she's getting bones set and skin stitched back together, but you have to let her fall," Broderick said. "Why in the hell would I do that?" Gavriel practically yelled. "If you are constantly holding on to her and guarding her every step, she won't have the strength or confidence to stand on her own. If you tell her how and where to step, she won't be able to walk through life, and if you don't let her walk, you'll never see her fly. And when she is confident and flying through life, she shines."

I didn't need my heart anyway; I guess it's safe enough in his pocket.

Aiden shook his head and mumbled. "I don't get her sometimes." Gavriel sat down in the wingback chair next to them and picked up a copy of the Lycaonian Herald, the city's newspaper. "We are not meant to. Only get concerned if they are not smiling," he advised.