Free The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage by Trinity Blacio Page A

screamed, tears running down her face as another series of convulsions ripped through her body. Mother we need you now! Something's wrong! His heart beat faster, and bloody tears ran down his face mixed with sweat as they held her down. Her words tore at his heart. “I'm coming.” Eden rushed into the room and sat at the end of the bed. “The babies are fine. The fire is uncomfortable to them, but they are protected from the conversion. I don't know why she is having such a horrible time, but she's halfway through it now.” She grabbed onto her wrist and lifted her arm. “Damn, that's why. Why didn't you tell me she was Tredon? It's no wonder it's so bad.” She pointed to the mark. “What are you talking about?” Marcus asked, pushing Annabelle's damp hair out of her face as she relaxed before the next seizure started. Eden grabbed the blanket and covered it tightly around her. “Now I know why the brothers are on their way here. Damn them. If only they'd mentioned this before. Keep her still. I need to run downstairs for something to help with the pain. Marcus, keep her warm, whether she's sweating or not. Your father will be here in a minute to explain.” She ran out of the room as his father stormed in. He pulled the covers tighter around their mate. “Do you remember the story I told you boys about the first family visiting Earth and leaving three families here to watch over the different species? Well, they were called Tredons. They are marked with an arrow like birthmark under the arm. Females are rare among their kind and from what we understand, they are protected fiercely. The females will only reach their power level when they are mated.”
    He nodded to Annabelle. “She is one, unfortunately. They will suffer worse than any kind through the conversion. Your mother has something that will help with the pain for her, but it will only ease part of the pain.” He paced beside the bed and glanced up as his wife rushed back into the room. “I've got it. Make her drink this, Marcus. It will relax her muscles enough so she can work through the conversion with you.” She handed him the vial. “I still can't believe her father wouldn't tell us. We told him she was your mate.” She glanced down at Annabelle and entered into her body the way all healers do—leaving her own body to enter another's, healing from the inside out. Nicholas shook his head. “They are very secretive, Eden. I'm sure Annabelle doesn't even know what she is. Only the men are aware of their heritage. Hell, we only knew about them because of your training in the medical area, and the fact we have access to the libraries of the ancients.” Marcus glanced down at Annabelle. She grabbed onto his arm, digging her nails into his skin.
    Marcus wanted to strangle her brothers, but he had a feeling she would take care of them. She drank the liquid he put to her lips and cupped his cheek. She reached up tenderly and traced his mouth with her finger. “I'm sorry I called you a liar.” Annabelle tried to smile, but then crawled over Lance to the edge of the bed, her stomach heaving. Lance held the bucket as her body disposed of the toxins in her system. “Bathroom!” she squealed and tried to crawl off the bed, but Marcus grabbed her and ran to the bathroom.
    “I'm so going…to kill them,” she cried. As her stomach heaved its contents all over the toilet, she gripped the edge of the counter next to the toilet.
    Marcus kneeled down and held her body so she wouldn't fall over. “I've got you, Annabelle. Relax. Don't tense up, it will help.” He kissed her head as Lance wiped a warm washcloth over her face. “I think I'm going to create a spell just for your brothers. Let's see, how would they like to have the runs for three weeks?” he snapped. She lifted her head and smiled. “I'd like to see that.” Her voice was a mere whisper as her face turned red and pushed at him. “Marcus, go away. I need to clean myself.” She reached for