Tall, Silent & Lethal (Pyte/Sentinel #4)(4)

“I know,” she said, not sounding happy about it and he couldn’t really say that he blamed her. The woman’s Coke addiction was almost as bad as his.

He couldn’t imagine going an hour, never mind a day without his caffeine fix. It was the only thing that gave him the energy to move most days and kept him from killing everything in sight, he thought as he reached over, not bothering to open his eyes, and grabbed the can of Coke that he’d forgotten about and took a long, deep satisfying sip.

“That better not be what I think it is,” Izzy bit out, sounding close to committing violence.

“It is,” he said, pausing only to rub it in her face with a loud satisfied sigh before he finished it off and tossed the empty can aside.

“I hate you,” Izzy sighed heavily, sounding miserable as she shifted beneath the sheet until she was curled up against his side. She buried her face against him as her small hands found his bicep and squeezed, nails digging in as she did her best to bite back a whimper, but he heard it.

He always did.

He didn’t need to ask what was bothering her. He knew exactly how much pain she was in no matter how hard she tried to hide it. He hated this, hated feeling this helpless and he f**king hated the little bastard that had done this to her.

One day…….

He would catch up with Joshua and when that day came he would pay the man back for every ounce of pain that he’d caused Izzy with interest. Izzy’s family wanted to save Joshua and they probably thought that he was onboard with their game plan. He wasn’t. But, as long as they kept him informed of what they’d learned about the little bastard he would keep letting them think that. They really didn’t need to know about the excruciating death that awaited Joshua and if he had his way, they never would.

Not that he really cared if his plans for the little prick upset the misfits of Pytes, Sentinels and humans that made up this family. He didn’t give a damn if his plans upset them. The woman curled up beside him, clutching onto him almost desperately was the only one that he really cared about.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pretending that he wasn’t aware that agonizing pain was shooting through the hip that Joshua had callously destroyed. Izzy hated the reminder of what her one time best friend had done to her, but he suspected that she hated the fact that her injury reminded everyone else of the monster that Joshua had turned into, more.

“Nothing,” she bit out through clenched teeth as her grip on him tightened to the point that he knew he’d be sporting some rather nasty bruises for a few hours. He could have pulled away from her, but he wouldn’t do that since this was the only thing that he could do to help ease some of her pain.

“Then why are you clinging to me?” he asked softly, giving her the opportunity to stop trying to be brave all the time and allow someone to take care of her.

“I missed you,” she said, her voice breaking on a sob as her nails dug into his skin.

“Well, that went without saying,” he said, pushing the sheet off her so that he could pull her into his arms.

As soon as she was in his arms, she turned her face against his chest, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and released a heart-wrenching scream of pain that had him biting back a curse and wishing that the little bastard was around so that he could kill the son of a bitch. Since that wasn’t an option, he settled for holding her tightly against him and placing his hand on the large swell of her belly where his godchildren kicked and squirmed, frightened for their mother.

They laid like that for hours, Izzy crying and Kane doing what he could to comfort her and her unborn babies. Several times he begged her to let him go get Chris, but she wouldn’t allow it. She didn’t want her mate to see how bad her injury was, which was f**king ridiculous since everyone in the goddamn mansion knew how bad it was.

It wasn’t something that Izzy could hide, not with the way that she walked, the strain of pain around her eyes or the muffled cries that she tried to hide from all of them. Izzy wasn’t fooling any of them with the brave façade that she put on everyday. This pain was killing her and Kale honestly didn’t know how she was going to survive the next one hundred and seventy years left in her life like this. Hell, he didn’t know how he was going to survive seeing her like this for another minute.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Izzy said softly, speaking for the first time in hours.

After a slight hesitation, he decided that arguing with her would be pointless. She wanted to keep pretending that no one knew and for now he would allow her that delusion. “I won’t.”

“What in the hell is going on here?” the voice laced with murderous rage demanded, taking them both by surprise, which was saying a lot since he was an Alpha and nothing should be able to get by him.

As one they looked up and found Chris standing at the foot of the bed. The muscles in his arms and neck bulged as he glared their way, but a little to the right. Unable to help himself, Kale shot a look over to the right just as Izzy did, and took in the large pile of junk food and empty wrappers and knew that Izzy was in deep shit.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Izzy said, almost desperately as she tried to shift away from the evidence of her binge, but there was nowhere to go.

“Tell me that you didn’t feed my precious babies all that sugar,” Chris demanded as he crossed his massive arms over his chest, his glare shifting to Izzy, whom Kale suspected was trying to climb out of the bed and make a run for it, but her damaged hip and the twins she carried hindered her efforts to escape.