(LIRIEN)
With the speed of long practice, I forced my rage down and out of sight.
"He's your pack leader, and he's doing his job," I said, careful to still sound breathy and weak.
It wasn't that much of a stretch. They really hadn't fed me, except for a granola bar the night before.
"He's trying to make sure you aren't abusing helpless pris—"
"Oh, save it," Landon snapped. "Helpless my ass. You might have him right where you want him with your crappy spell, but we're immune to the bullshit."
I blinked up at him, slowly, giving him the full force of what I'd been told were very pretty green eyes. I'd also been told they made me look like an alley cat, but hey, pretty was pretty — and also, that wasn't entirely wrong, if they only knew.
"We're immune to that too," Landon added, although he took a defensive step closer to his hulking Neanderthal of a mate as he did like he was afraid my wiles might have more of an effect on Lucian than they did on him.
