reach so she wouldn’t be
eaten.
The bad news was that she was
fucking terrified of heights.
Fear had her paralyzed as she held
on with a death grip, closing her eyes
as she prayed. She dimly heard the
sound of a door crashing open but her
blood was pounding too loud in her
ears for her to pay any attention to
what was going on above.
“Raven!” Kadan yelled.
She jerked as she heard his voice,
but couldn’t respond or open her
eyes. If she did she knew she would
look down, and maybe throw up.
No. Eyes were staying closed.
She heard a low growl from above
and, after taking a deep breath, found
the courage to pry open her eyes and
look up. Standing at the railing
looking down at her was Kadan and
another man who she assumed was
Savitar, the oldest brother of the trio.
Savitar looked almost identical to
Kadan, only slightly bigger. He had
on black leather pants and around his
waist he wore a belt with a sword
attached. Across his broad, chiseled
chest he had on a black leather vest
with a variety of knives and other
weapons sticking out of it. He had his
light-brown hair pulled back and
Raven could see a vicious scar
across his neck and chest that
disappeared under the leather of his
vest.
She should have been terrified of
this new brother who looked like a
warrior of old, but as her eyes met
his she saw him as safety instead. His
glowing golden eyes were bright
with concern and his knuckles were
white with strain as he gripped onto
the top of the balcony railing. She felt
both of their fear for her through the
bond she had with Kadan. She
refused to look away from Savitar,
using him as a focal point so she
wouldn’t freak out and look down.
A wave of sadness emanated from
Kadan that made her heart hurt. “I
felt your terror through our bond.
What are you doing, Raven? Was
your fear of us so great you thought
to escape us this way?”
“The only thing I was trying to do
is not get eaten by the ginormous lion
in your room,” Raven said through
clenched teeth.
Savitar growled softly at her and
reached down his hand.
“Reach up and grab hold of
Savitar, sweetling. Let us pull you
up,” Kadan ordered softly in her
mind.
“I…can’t.” She could see the
sadness deepen in Savitar’s eyes as
they dimmed and wondered how the
hell she could know what he was
thinking simply by watching him.
Still, he held her gaze as he stretched
his hand out to her, beckoning her to
him.
“Please, Raven. Do not blame
Savitar for what Tristan and I did.
Let him pull you to safety,” Kadan
pleaded.
Tears of embarrassment filled her
eyes. “I mean, I can’t. Literally. I
can’t let go. I can’t move.”
Understanding had the sadness
clearing from Savitar’s glowing eyes
and she saw sheer determination fill
their depths. He quickly removed his
sword
and,
after
a
moment’s
hesitation, took off his leather vest,
baring his muscular, scarred, golden
chest to her view.
Wow, now that was definitely the
way to distract her.
Eye candy…yum!
Focus Raven, she scolded herself.
Her breath caught as she heard
Kadan’s inner thoughts. He was
hoping she wouldn’t be cruel to
Savitar because of his imperfections,
and she knew instinctively that he
hadn’t meant for her to hear what he
was thinking.
Keeping the knowledge to herself,
she kept her gaze on Savitar as he
swung himself over the balcony so he
was on the outside with her. Before
she knew it he had crouched down
and jerked her up onto his lap with
one arm wrapped securely around
her waist. Raven reacted without
thought and let go of the blanket to
latch on to him. She wrapped her
arms around his neck, burying her
head into the crook of his neck so she
wouldn’t have to see over the edge.
Her legs came up around his waist as
she tried to climb him like a tree as
he slowly stood up.
She heard him growling softly to
her as he awkwardly climbed over
the railing with her