Sherra angled her weapon at Roni’s head. If the other woman didn’t move fast enough… She swallowed tightly.
Suddenly, Roni dropped. His gun went off the same second Sherra’s did. The bullet dropped the wouldbe assassin immediately as she ran to him, kicking the gun aside before dropping beside Roni.
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“Bastard!” Roni came up like a demon, lips curled back, fury lighting her eyes as she kicked the fallen would-be assassin.
Merinus’ door flew open at the same time feet pounded on the stairs and male voices began to scream out in fury. It was chaos.
Kane, Callan, Taber, more than a dozen Feline guards and Seth Lawrence rushed into the hallway.
“Are you happy now, Mr. Lawrence?” Sherra snarled in his face as Taber rushed for his wife. “Was it worth it?”
He stared down at the chauffeur, his gaze somber, filled with misery before it went to his sister. Regret flickered in his eyes.
“No, Miss Callahan, it wasn’t.” But he didn’t take his eyes off his sister.
“Sherra, you didn’t kill him,” Kane said in surprise as he stood up from the fallen body. “Flesh wound.”
“Not yet,” she snapped as she turned back to him. “I want to know who hired him first. Then I’ll kill him.” She stared back at Kane with brutal fury. “This time, Breed Law will be enforced.”
She turned and marched back to the room where Cassie awaited her. Pulling the closet door open she knelt in front of the sobbing girl, her heart clenching. Cassie didn’t make a sound, but her shoulders were shaking violently as she held her teddy bear close to her.
“Come on, Cassie. It’s all over now,” Sherra whispered as she picked her up.
“I want my momma.” The heartrending sobs came then. “I want my momma now. Now. If you don’t get my momma I’m gonna bite all of you. I will. I will…” She buried her head in Sherra’s shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around her as her sobs tore through the room. Sherra turned back to Kane, tears filling her own eyes as he watched her with quiet pain.
“Come here, Cassie.” Callan moved to Sherra’s side, his wife staying close beside him as he eased the little girl from his sister’s arms.
She went easily, and though her tears didn’t abate, neither did her demands for her momma. Kane lifted Sherra in his arms and only then did she realize that she was shaking, hard shudders of reaction, fury and fear quaking through her.
Sherra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face against his neck as she let the tears free. She cried for the past, the betrayals, the losses, the child they had never known. The bitterness flowed from her in deep, gulping sobs as she held onto him. Her support, her heart.
The Terrible Tylers converged on the property within hours. Six brothers, along with their father, John Tyler, and their uncle, Senator Samuel Tyler. It was pandemonium and Sherra completely understood why Merinus was always so reluctant to have them all at the estate at the same time. The next morning, after her required visit to see Doc Martin, Sherra understood why. They were hardheaded, stubborn and opinionated. Every one of them had their own idea of how things should be handled and every discussion turned into a war of words. But they all loved Merinus, and they were all determined they were now there for the duration to be certain she was protected.
“This isn’t good, Sherra,” Tanner commented from beside her as they both stood in the doorway of the spacious formal dining room and watched the debates rage with a sense of growing horror. “They’ll end up killing each other.”
Sherra snorted absently. “It could save us the trouble.”
Tanner chuckled at that, the amusement in the sound causing her lips to curve as well.
“Watch how they hover over Merinus and Roni.” He nodded to the group of men, including Callan and Taber.
Merinus looked as though she were in mortal pain as she attempted to come to her feet. Immediately, at least half a dozen of the men jumped to help her. Thinking they were otherwise occupied, Roni attempted to escape. They weren’t having that, either. For the time being, the two women were trapped in the middle of testosterone protective hell. Thankfully, Kane had listened when Sherra had bared her teeth and snarled that she would kill the first man who attempted to “protect” her.
“Those poor women,” she breathed out roughly.
Tanner turned his gaze on her then. His oddly striped black hair fell over his brow, the gold strands that grew through it matched the amber color of his eyes. They were an odd, eerie amber, almost glowing in his darkly tanned face.
He had worn contacts and colored his hair while they were in hiding, so Sherra was used to seeing a much more toned-down version of her brother. Now, he did nothing to hide who he was, and did everything to make up for the years he had been forced to conceal his true nature.
“So when are you going to tell Kane you’re pregnant?” He shocked her with the question, keeping his voice low so that only she heard, but the laughter in his voice made her want to hit him. Sherra stiffened. She had only learned the truth herself an hour before, during the exam Kane had ordered after they had dragged the assassin off to a holding cell. Thankfully, her mate had been busy securing the estate and hadn’t been with her during the visit. Doc Martin was as confused by the pregnancy as Sherra was. According to him, somehow the hormone raging through her body had begun to repair the break in her fallopian tubes and heal the surgery he had performed years before in preparation for the fertilization of her womb. He had scratched his head and mumbled vague phrases that made little sense to her other than the fact that Breeds were enigmas and he needed more help.
“No answer?” Tanner smirked when she stayed silent.
“Shut up, Tanner,” she growled. “Give me a chance to get used to it myself.”
She couldn’t believe it. It was more than she had ever prayed for. She winced as she watched the two women in the dining room fighting to breathe as the men fought around them, discussing their protection and ignoring their attempts to escape them. She prayed that wasn’t a glimpse of her own pregnancy in the coming months. They would make her crazy.
“Tell them.” He nodded into the room with a chuckle. “They’ll help you get used to it.”
She was starting to regret his return. His helicopter had landed just ahead of the Tylers’, carrying him, Merc and Simon Quatres. Cassie had been loaded quickly into the machine to rush her to her wounded mother’s side. Dash and Elizabeth had completed their mission, stilling the most dangerous threat to Cassie’s life. The small family would go into hiding after Elizabeth’s recovery though, Tanner had reported. Cassie, and now the child Elizabeth was carrying as well, would all be in danger until the world came to grips with the new species now inhabiting it. And it didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon.