She had slid her right hand into her pocket to retrieve the lighter she’d tucked there as she spoke. Now she let the can of aerosol hairspray slip out from her left sleeve and raised both. With the lighter in front of the can and her finger on the spray nozzle, she glared at the arrogant ass in the doorway and said, “Now, I may have been wrong about sunlight, but I know fire kills you people, so unless you want me to roast your ass, I suggest one of you bring me my son. We’re leaving.”

Four

“We really need to work on your social skills, Lucian,” Magnus said with irritation, but he was watching Allie with something like fascination. Her lips were still blue, but anger had put color in her cheeks, and her eyes were flashing with fury and determination as she held out her makeshift flamethrower.

The woman was a mama bear protecting her cub. She was also his life mate. Magnus had no doubt about that. He’d tried to read her several times since rescuing her from the men in her apartment—first in the pizza joint as they’d waited for Tybo to arrange a ride, then in the delivery car on their way here, and again before leaving her in the guest room upstairs—and all to no avail. He could not read or control her, a sure sign Marguerite was right. Allie was his life mate . . . and she was magnificent.

A little foolish, perhaps, he acknowledged. After all, she was attempting to take on four immortal men on her own, but she was courageous and beautiful and he just wanted to fold her in his arms and assure her everything would be all right now.

“I am not the one who needs to work on communication,” Lucian said abruptly, drawing his attention reluctantly away from Allie. “She has been here most of the night. Why have you three not explained things to this child? She has no clue who or even what we are, or why she and the boy are here.”

“I’m a woman, not a child,” Allie growled, and Magnus found himself smiling at the way she mirrored Lucian’s scowl. Magnificent, he thought.

“Miss Chambers was unconscious when she arrived, Lucian,” Mortimer said now, drawing Magnus’s gaze reluctantly from Allie. “She only woke up moments ago. We have not had the chance to explain things to her.”

Lucian grunted at this and then glanced to Magnus. “She’s your woman, Bjarnesen. Explain things to her so we can get down to the business of finding out what she knows about these rogues chasing her.”