Free Zeus's Pack 9: Rave by Lynn Hagen Page A

being that looks human, but is more dangerous than one hundred nuclear bombs going off inside of you. They’re lethal and so is their bite. Do not let anyone around here bite you.” The warning was clear in not only Rave’s tone, but his eyes were hard, glittering stones. Rave turned toward Logan who threw up his hands, shaking his head.
    “I don’t want anyone biting me.”
    “Good.”
    Tony was taken by surprise when Rave leaned closer, his lips brushing close to Tony’s mouth. “And just so you know, I’m going to mate you, Agent Monroe. I’m going to make you mine.”
    For the first time in years, Tony swallowed nervously. He saw Rave’s eyes shift and his canines extend a little longer than what they already were. They looked sharp and threatening in the dense lighting of the bar, but Tony knew they would only bring him plenty of pleasure if Rave bit him. “I thought you said no biting?” His voice didn’t hold the usual confidence Tony carried with him. It was low, filled with desire and hesitation that blended together.
    “I’m not a hound from hell,” he said before pulling back.
    “If you two are about to have sex, I can wait outside,” Logan complained. “Don’t let me stop you.”
    Tony could hear the small snap of jealousy in Logan’s voice. “I thought you weren’t going to have sex with us?”
    “I’m not.”
    “Liar, I can see lust written all over your darling face, honey.”
    Tony grinned and then laughed. “I’ll have you in my bed yet, my little pretty.”
    “What are you, the Wicked Witch of the West?” Logan asked sarcastically.
    “Yeah, and I’m Toto.” Rave chuckled.
    “I sure as shit ain’t Dorothy,” Logan complained, only making Rave and Tony laugh harder.
    “Come on,” Rave said as he slid from the stool. “We need to let Taz have his tavern back.”
    “Do you know anything about Aba?” Tony asked as he turned from Rave to Logan.
    “Only that he tried to kill me, possibly, yesterday. I left the hospital, and he attacked the car I was in. Later he came to my house and tried to force me to go with him, stating that he was only trying to protect me.” Logan shivered. “If that’s protection, no thanks.”
    “He’s strong,” Rave added as he stared at Tony’s bruise, the anger flickering in his eyes. “Mentally at least.”
    Tony absently rubbed his neck, agreeing with Rave. Aba’s mind powers had been strong. Strong enough to make Tony try and shoot himself. He wanted that bastard dead yesterday.
    They stepped outside into the bright, sunny morning, the warmth spilling over Tony as he glanced around. The streets looked deserted, like a ghost town, not even a car was in sight. “Where in the hell is everyone?”

    * * * *

    Dorm stood in the hallway, swallowing a few times as he stared at the carnage. He was not going to be sick. There was no way he was throwing up on the white carpet. He had seen dead bodies before, but nothing like this. It looked as if the husband had cut the wife apart with a kitchen knife. He knew they were married. He could still see the shiny ring on her finger, the stones glistening clean, untouched by the horrific scene.
    The call had come in, neighbors hearing screams coming from this house. Dorm hadn’t wanted to leave the tavern, to leave Tony, but Jesse had invited him to ride along. Dorm wasn’t one to stand around twiddling his thumbs, so he had accepted the invitation.
    Dorm stared at the wife. Her arm lay a few feet away from her body, her leg cut so raggedly that it looked like the guy had tried to saw it off. The limb was hanging on by a thin layer of skin. He swallowed a few more times, tasting the bile in the back of his throat.
    He was not going to throw up.
    The husband lay in a pool of his own cooling blood, the knife sticking out of his neck. He had bled to death. No person in his right mind would kill himself that way. It looked painful as hell.
    “I knew this couple,” Jesse said as he leaned an arm