Free Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco Page A

that, a surge of her own energy detonated from deep within her, an epic-scale blast that rushed forth and went on the offensive against the weakness in her.
    Because that’s what the mating had officially become. A weakness. And there was no way in hell she would let it overcome her.
    “There we go. Now she’s fighting.”
    Eve had no idea who muttered those pride-filled words. She couldn’t really see anymore, and her hearing was beginning to abandon her, too. All she knew was her determination not to give in—along with her desperate need to hurt the three beings holding her down.
    It all came to a stop so suddenly, that Eve was left jerking like an epileptic on the bed.
    Her hearing returned, the pain tightened into a tiny ball inside her chest, and pure strength surged through every one of her cells, infusing them with the need for violence. An animalistic hiss left her mouth, like something straight out of the wild, as she jumped onto the bed, balancing on the balls of her feet with her knees bent and her claws ready to strike.
    As one, everyone within three feet of her shot back. The brothers, smart boys that they obviously were, began inching their way toward the door.
    Cy threw his hands up, speaking to her nice and slow, as if that would help shit. “We were just trying to help you. And obviously, we did. Leave my nuts alone.”
    “It hurt,” she growled, not recognizing her voice, barely recognizing herself within the psychotic, out-of-control behavioral and mental patterns that were emerging.
    “Evesse,” Vedlyl placed his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned in to nail her with his hypnotic stare. “Now that your strength is returning, your instincts are magnified. You need to breathe and relax.”
    She almost tackled him; the urge to dig her nails into something, anything, was too great.
    “Evesse, breathe.”
    He was her friend. They were all trying to help her. With a gasp, she deflated, flopping down onto the bed and noticing for the first time that the covers had reverted back from their ashen state.
    “I’m going insane.”
    “No, you’re becoming more powerful than anything I’ve seen in a while,” Vedlyl said, still assessing her, his pupils doing that rapid change thing as he scanned her molecules, or whatever the hell it was that he did.
    “Ved, is that what Ismini went through?” Dyletri had taken a step forward, his whole body lighting up with the white light of his powers. The way he was staring at the God of Medicine’s back didn’t bode well for anyone.
    Vedlyl tensed, but didn’t turn away from his scan of Evesse.
    “You weren’t meant to know at the time. She didn’t want you to know.”
    Ismini stepped around Dyletri, her brown and black hair whirling due to how fast she moved. She placed her hand on Dy’s chest and looked up at him.
    “Baby. He’s right—”
    “I don’t care. You went through that by yourself. I don’t care what was happening at the time, someone should have fucking told me.” He grabbed Ismini, lifting her into his arms with a fierce expression that stabbed Evesse in the heart and threatened to unleash her R’mannev. It was clear that he was still guilt-ridden over what Ismini had gone through before he’d found out she was mated to him and he to her.
    Dyletri growled at no one in particular, looking tormented, and stormed out of the room with his mate in his arms. All the hard lines on his body made his intention loud and clear. He planned to love Ismini with every inch of him, to make it up to her in the only way he could.
    Yearning hit Evesse, her insides screaming for the male that owned her, even as her mind chastised her for being such a fool. Zeniel didn’t feel that way about her. If he had he would have been there by now. But he wasn’t, and that was because she’d just been an annoyance that he had to put up with. It had been clear in the way he treated her.
    Not that she hadn’t contributed to that. She had been so busy being