Free The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2) by Kele Moon Page A

the doorknob, finding that it was locked. Since it was an emergency, she went ahead and dashed back to her apartment to grab the keys. She opened it and found her new neighbor on the floor wearing nothing but a tight pair of blue boxer briefs she thought only men in underwear ads wore.
    But she didn’t stop to ponder his nakedness, because he was still yelling in Spanish, and it almost looked like he was crying, if someone like him could cry, which she wasn’t really sure he could.
    “ ¡No tu tambien! ” His words were raw and horrified. “ Marc! ”
    She dropped to her knees next to him and shook him. Then she gasped, because he grabbed her arm, finding it blindly, and pulled so hard she ended up falling over him. She screamed, because her shoulder felt like it was on fire.
    He jerked under Alaine and then rolled out from beneath her, tossing her unceremoniously onto the floor. She turned her head to see him crawl backward until he hit the couch.
    His dark eyes were wide and horrified as he sat on the floor staring at her. He looked around the apartment, as if he didn’t know where he was.
    She got to her knees and reached out to touch his leg, but her arm hurt, and she grabbed her shoulder instead. “Are you okay?”
    “ ¿Estas herida? ”
    “You’re speaking Spanish,” she reminded him softly as she rubbed her shoulder.
    “¿Que?” he mumbled and then narrowed his eyes at where she was still rubbing her arm. “I did that. I hurt you.”
    “It’s fine.” She stopped rubbing it, because it was obviously upsetting him.
    “Why, um—” His accent was extremely pronounced, as if he was having a hard time forcing his brain to work in English. “W-why are you in my house?”
    “I think you were having a nightmare,” she whispered.
    He tilted his head, staring at her as if she was insane. “You just come in my house? Naked?”
    “I’m not naked.” She looked down at herself, staring at her nightgown. “You’re more naked than I am.”
    “It’s my house!” he shouted so loud she flinched. “It was locked! How’d you get in?”
    She held up the key in her hand. “I clean the apartment for Jules.”
    “I don’t need you to clean for me.” He yanked it from her grasp. “Why are you here?”
    “You were screaming,” she said with a pointed look. “Really loudly.”
    “Coño.” He was silent for a long moment, and then ran a hand over his face and lowered his head. “What did I do to you?”
    “You just pulled my arm.” She rubbed her shoulder again, because it really was on fire. “I think it’ll be okay.”
    “Never touch me when I’m sleeping. Never sneak up on me. Never break into my fucking house,” he barked at her again, washing hot and cold so sharply it gave her mental whiplash. “You gringos are all loco. You don’t just shake a thug when he’s having a nightmare.”
    “I don’t think you’re a thug,” she whispered softly.
    “Ay Dios mio.” He got to his feet, leaving her sitting there on the floor. He walked to the kitchen and pulled open the freezer. “Jules said there was ice, but there’s no fucking ice.”
    She tilted her head, looking at his freezer that was completely empty. Then he opened his fridge that was also empty. “You have no food.”
    “I’ve had other issues.”
    “You haven’t eaten anything?” she asked in concern.
    “I had cookies.”
    “That’s it?” she choked out in disbelief. “For two days?”
    He closed the fridge and stood there, with his back to her, and she noticed his hands were shaking. As she studied him, she realized his entire body was noticeably shaking, as if he was freezing.
    “Are you cold?”
    “Of course I’m cold. It’s fucking snowing outside.” He gestured to the window. “To think my brother wanted to see this mierda. I hate it. Thank God he never had to find out how much it sucks.”
    “Maybe he could come visit you,” she suggested, because he was obviously very lost here in Garnet.
    “He’s