Free Forget Me When the Sun Goes Down (Forged Bloodlines Book 11) by Lisa Olsen Page A

it, his head canted to one side as he regarded me.  “Why?  I am not cold.”
    “I know, you’re hot.  I mean you might have a fever.  You should probably...”
    “Don’t none of us want to stare at your jumblies,” Rob stepped in, looking none too pleased with my ogling another man’s bits. 
    “Speak for yourself,” Carys murmured under her breath, and I thought I saw Bishop’s jaw tighten.
    “I think I found some clothes that might fit you,” Bishop volunteered, disappearing down the hallway. 
    “How did I come to be here?” the man asked, holding the quilt in front of him, which shielded the most distracting parts, not that the rest of him wasn’t distracting enough on its own. 
    “We don’t know,” Aubrey snapped, eyes rolling. “Haven’t we only just finished saying that?”
    “Hey, he’s been out of it for a lot longer than we were, cut him some slack,” I tossed back at Aubrey.  “This is bound to be as confusing for him as it’s been for the rest of us.”
    “I’d be happy to fill him in,” Carys volunteered, her small hands sliding over his muscular forearm.  “This must be awfully disconcerting, but no matter.  I’ll protect you from danger.”
    “ You will protect me ?” He laughed, the sound booming through the big room, even as her brows drew together in annoyance.  “I need no such protection.”
    “That all depends on how quickly you let go of my fiancée,” Bishop said in a flat voice, tossing the armload of clothes at him.
    “You think to challenge me?” he snorted, catching the clothes, but letting the quilt drop, which sort of defeated the purpose of finding something to cover him up with. 
    For one brief moment, I thought about the spectacle of the two of them grappling in the center of the room, but my rational side kicked in as I stepped between them.  “Hey, I’m sure you’re both manly men, but we have more important things to worry about.  Carys, stop antagonizing Bishop and go over there so our friend can get dressed.”
    “Let her stay where she wishes,” he declared, chin jutting out in challenge to Bishop.  “I fear no man.”
    Bishop didn’t back down, hands clenching in to fists.  “I’m not afraid of you either.”
    I tried appealing to Carys, but her eyes were bright with excitement.  A glance at Rob showed him disinterested, checking for a signal on his phone again.  Somehow I knew I couldn’t count on Aubrey to be the voice of reason, so I put my hands up on both of their chests. 
    “Hey, I said knock it off.  Nobody has to be afraid of anybody.  We’re on the same side.”
    Bishop took a half step back, but the guy didn’t even acknowledge that I was there.  “I will teach you to fear me,” he growled, pushing forward, and I shoved him back, harder than I’d intended to.  He went flying across the room, landing on his behind. 
    “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to.  I guess I thought you’d be stronger.”  I started forward to help him up, but Rob held me in place. 
    “Leave him be,” he said softly.
    The man’s eyes widened in surprise, staring at me with a combination of horror and apprehension.  “Take that back!  I’m stronger than any slip of a girl could ever be.”  His fist smashed against a nearby table for emphasis, but he immediately cried out in pain, cradling it to his chest with dismay.
    “I guess he doesn’t get to carry the hammer,” Bishop smirked, and I shot him a look to let him know he wasn’t helping.  The last thing I’d been trying to do was antagonize the guy.
    I tried again with a soothing tone.  “Maybe you’re stronger than any normal slip of a girl, but I’m not an ordinary girl.”
    “I don’t understand any of this.”  He stared up at us with dismay.  “Who are you people?”
    “I’m Anja and this is Rob.  Aubrey is the one with the smart mouth, and you already met Bishop and Carys.  We don’t know what the girl passed out on the loveseat’s name is.