Free Were-Devils' Revenge [Were-Devils of Tasmania 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Simone Sinna Page A

Gabriella was sure this was what she was blocking and wondered why. As children they had always been close, even though Gabriella’s father being human like her grandfather meant she was more human than ghost. Lena’s father, a Magnussen, was full-blood ghost.
    “Our grandmother thinks that if Marianne’s death had anything to do with the were-devils, that it has just as much to do with the original curse,” Gabriella reminded her cousin. “After all, we know there was something about two generations, and that’s now up.”
    “All the more reason to do something,” said Lena, rubbing her arm. “I tell you, Zachary and I are both aware of were-devils being here. And it’s much stronger than before we left. We are pretty sure they’ve been near our boat.”
    Gabriella felt a twinge of alarm. While she didn’t want anything to do with this feud, it was going to be hard to avoid becoming embroiled if the feud came to her.
    “No one’s seen Wilson, either, for days,” Lena added. “I think something’s seriously wrong.”
    “Wouldn’t you know?” Gabriella was good at reading ghosts’ minds if they were there with her but knew they could read signals from much greater distances.
    “I would know if he was dead,” said Lena slowly. “But if he was injured or unconscious, his signal would be weak.” She looked closely at Gabriella. “You were the last person to see him.”
    Gabriella shifted uncomfortably. He had been in perfect health, but he had been unusually affected by the Richards boys. Had that led him to make some stupid misjudgment because he had not been concentrating? Had he run into the were-devils Lena and Zachary had sensed for some time in the Whitsundays?
    “You said you thought our grandmother might think we were needed to help solve the curse,” said Gabriella, feeling increasingly frustrated that there were things she didn’t know and understand.
    Lena looked at her sadly. “Only if we’re brave enough.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Lena shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, but I have dreams of our great-aunt that really make no sense.”
    Gabriella frowned. Why on earth would Lena be dreaming about Larissa, Angel’s long dead sister that they had never met?
    “Promise me you’ll be careful,” Gabriella said finally.
    Lena looked out across the ocean. “I will do what I have to do.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Do you think she could be in some way the answer to the curse?”
    It was early evening, and the brothers were working out in the gym. Everyone else on the island was either having cocktails or a pre-dinner stroll. Mitch looked at his brother, putting down the weights he had been lifting. Sweat covered his brow.
    “I don’t know,” Mac replied. He kept pumping, not looking up.
    “She is one of them,” Mitch said. “Even if mostly human. But she’s hot for us both, too. There must be a reason.”
    “You’re more optimistic than I that fate is that kind,” Mac replied.
    “This is how I see it. That damn curse was because our granddad didn’t follow his lust.”
    Mac looked skeptical.
    “Love then, whatever. We have a chance to put it right. Our instincts are saying she is right. Perhaps we should listen to them. Both of us. Then we get to go against the natural instinct to fight over our women as well.”
    “You’re forgetting one thing,” said Mac, who had been thinking of little else.
    “Which is?”
    “Gabriella has to agree. We don’t know she won’t turn us over to her family, or at least be repulsed at the thought. The curse came upon us because our kind turned their backs. Who’s to stay it won’t be the reverse this time?”
    “So how do we tell her?”
    Mac finally put the weights down and turned to his brother. “I don’t know. But when we do, I need to be able to tell her I didn’t kill that dickhead I dumped in the cave.”
    The brothers looked at each other as the reality dawned on them. They would have to go and check him out.
    “The