Page 19 of Touched By Moonlight

Dante’s mate frowned. “You’re gray. You’ve been gray as long as I’ve known you, Sienna. Muted. You’re good at hidingemotion.”

Good at hiding other things as well. “Not anymore. What the hell is out there and how can we defeatit?”

“Does anyone have a weapon?” This fromCass.

“I’ve got fangs, when I shift.” Steph gave a growl, which sounded more cute thanferocious.

Cass growled even deeper. “Metoo.”

“I’ve got these.” Kelly twirled the tassels on hernipples.

“Yeah, that will really help in a fight.” I pointed to the storeroom. “Look around for knives, anything we canuse.”

As the others searched the vast storeroom, I felt a sense of futility. Knives and anything else wouldn’t work against a Fionn Fae. In my travels since my family died and my world collapsed, I’d encountered a hell of lot of people, but no FionnFae.

Now it seemed my past finally caught up with me. I wish I had left long ago and avoided putting these people intodanger.

Kelly came to me, a white jar in hand. She uncapped it. “How aboutthis?”

My nose wrinkled. “Lard? You going to slime it todeath?”

She shrugged, but I could read the panic in her eyes. “I have a kid at home I need to get to, Sienna. I should have left an hourago.”

“Put a cap on that thing. It smells worse than gym socks.” I patted her arm. “You’ll befine.”

That thing out there is not coming foryou.

Kelly sniffed the oil. “Whatever smells isn’tthis.”

A stench filled the room, dark and foul as anything I’d ever smelled. Racing to the back door, I bolted past a startled Peyton and Cass, who were examining a set of filletknives.

At the door, I ground to a halt, staring at the floor. Gray mist began to seep from under the outside back door. The door that was sealed so nothing could penetrateit.

Yet the Fae was creeping inside. And I knew it wanted me, and wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter the other women to get to me. They didn’t deserve my fate. They wereinnocent.

I ran to the door, jiggled the knob.Locked.

“Let us out!” Kelly pounded on the door. “Please! Guy! Dante! It’s coming forus!”