Free Fatal Call (New Breed Novels Book 4) by Martha Bourke Page A

X vanished and materialized behind the bigger hellion . He freed his steel and with a perfect strike, full on Sleepy Hollowed the fucker. The Toltec soldier tried to use his body to block him from the other mutant, while the hellion took his victim by the coat collar. Yeah, no doubt the cocksuckers were all about the shifter’s k’ul. The civilian groaned as white-hot light started to glow in the mutant’s eyes. Time to roll credits on these pussies.
    X felt her just seconds before he heard her scream. Rose was standing at the top of the ramp, her eyes fixed on the scuffle. Instantly, the shifter turned and sprinted straight for her.
    “Rose! Phase!” X yelled. Fuck. She was too terrified to access her energy. He looked from one attacker to the other. He could handle them both if they weren’t twenty feet apart. He didn’t dare use his pistol with the soldier closing in on Rose. As the Tolie grabbed her arm, everything started to move in slow motion.
    Ilah.
    Mine.
    The protective instinct barreled into him, pounding through his very veins. The hellion was a linebacker, but screw the laws of physics. He grabbed it around the neck and gleamed them both to the top of the ramp. As the shifter pulled his pistol, X realized Rose was in the line of discharge. He slid his leg between the two of them and ripped it from the Tolie’s hand, letting off a stray shot. A burning sensation made its way down his calf, but he barely felt it. He was made of adrenaline, his body reacting to his every command with lightning speed. He pivoted and took the head off the confused hellion just as Rose fell to the brick sidewalk next to him.
    “Rose.” He picked her up carefully. She was shaking, her body still reacting to the fear. “You’re okay. Let’s get you home.”
    X walked down into the shadows of the underground lot just in time to catch a glimpse of the male civilian driving off in his delivery truck. He dematerialized them and moments later they were in her living room. He laid Rose down on the couch, turned on a lamp, and gently checked her exposed skin for injury. He carefully inspected a cut over her left eyebrow. “I should clean that. Do you have any antiseptic?”
    She nodded. “In the bathroom under the sink.”
    X walked into a half bath where he found some peroxide, cotton balls, and Band-Aids. Then he made a quick stop by the kitchen to get Rose a bottled water from the fridge. By the time he was done cleaning her wound, she was done with her water and some color was back in her face.
    “How are you?”
    She gave him a little smile. “I’ll be fine, thanks to you. I don’t know how to repay you, Xavier.”
    “No worries.” Actually, he had a lot of them—the chief among them being that he wanted his mouth on those pouty oval lips so badly he was practically salivating. Okay, he needed to leave right now.
    “Can I make you some tea?”
    Jesus. He was rock hard, his erection straining against his jeans. That voice. It was like she was his own personal Greek siren or some shit. He nodded. “Tea would be good. Thank you.”
    After she headed off to put the kettle on, X managed to pull it together and actually do his job. Imagine that. He walked around the first floor and checked out the windows, closing the curtains as he went. He cast out his senses and scanned the area repeatedly. It was secure. There was very little chance that douche bag Tolie would try to track them down, but once the protective instinct kicked in, even an armed brigade complete with a tank didn’t seem adequate.
    “Why are you closing the curtains?”
    Right. That had to look a little odd. There was no reason to worry the female. “Ah, just habit.”
    “Xavier, your leg. You’re bleeding.”
    He looked down and realized his left pant leg was torn and soaked with blood. Oh, right. The bullet. “I’m sure it’s just a graze. I should probably check it out, though. I’ll just be a second, and then I’ll be on my way.”
    She picked