Marked- Rebecca Zanetti – Excerpt PG
Garrett Kayrs lifted his head and took a deep breath.
Slowly
and way too deliberately, he set Janie away from him.
"Janie?" he asked his sister.
Her hands fluttered together, her eyes wide. "It just
happened."
Garrett growled, his eyes flashing a bright aqua, then
rushed Zane.
Zane dropped into a fighting stance just before the
vampire
slammed him into the rock chimney. Shards ripped into his
back and pinged off the floor. "Knock it off." He cuffed
Garrett on the side of the head the same way he would his
brother Logan before punching Garrett's thigh and knocking
him to one knee. "I have ten years of combat experience on
you, kid. Wait for the right time to battle."
Garrett shot a punch up into Zane's groin.
Zane doubled over, waited, and then groaned when the agony
hit. His eyes watered, while his temper flew. "Damn it."
He
slapped his hands above Garrett's ears, careful not to
break
his skull. Then he grabbed the young vampire by the nape,
pivoted, and threw him across the room.
Garrett landed on the table and smashed to the floor.
Holy fuck. Zane leaned over, trying to breathe again. He'd
forgotten vampires fought dirty.
"Zane!" Janie rushed forward and bent to help her brother
up. A table leg rolled across the floor. "Stop hurting
Garrett."
Son of a bitch. Zane was the one with swollen balls.
"Everyone calm down," he groaned.
Garrett swore and leaped through the air at him.
Logan intercepted Garrett with a tackle a second before he
hit Zane, the two young soldiers impacting the door and
flying right through it. Snow billowed up and covered the
floor.
"Garrett!" Janie jumped to her feet and rushed outside.
Zane reached out with one arm and caught her at the waist,
forcing her to a quick halt. She struggled against him.
"No," he said. "Stay away while they're fighting." If one
of
the men accidentally hit her, they could take off her
entire
head. They were young and out of control . . . and both
defending family.
"Screw you," she muttered, turning and aiming a punch at
his
dick.
He turned at the last second, but she still grazed his
groin. Nausea skidded through his gut. Damn fucking Kayrs
family—they all went for the balls.
The sound of punches and grunts echoed from outside, and
Janie fought him hard, trying to get out there.
"Stop." Zane was done being gentle. He picked her up by
both
arms and strode across the room to drop her on the bed.
She
bounced, her eyes on fire, fury spinning a glorious red
across her stunning face. He leaned in until his nose
nearly
touched hers. "Get off this bed, and I'll flip you over my
knee, regardless of who's here."
She blinked, rage darkening her eyes to a midnight blue.
Then the combative woman tried to kick him in the balls
again.
He swiped her foot away from his junk and pivoted to glare
at Sam, who sat on a chair in front of the demolished
table,
a bowl of carrots in his lap. Sam finished chewing one and
swallowed. "What?"
"Stop them," Zane ground out.
Sam shrugged. "Why? They're evenly matched and have too
much
energy. Let them beat the shit out of each other."
The soft cry of distress from Janie struck right to Zane's
heart. A tree crashed on the earth outside. He turned.
"Stay
here and I'll get them." He pinned her with the glare he
gave young soldiers during training and waited until she
nodded.
He didn't believe the nod for a damn second.
The young fighters burst through the door frame, ripping
half of the wall apart. Furious hits and kicks punctuated
groans and growls.
"Enough!" Zane reached down and dragged them both up by
the
hair.
Logan punched him in the ribs, and Zane threw him down
hard.
He bounced twice.
Garrett snorted and hit Zane in the knee. Zane tossed his
ass down, and the vampire bounced three times.
"Let's try again." Zane hauled them both up again. Bruises
and cuts marred their faces, while anger vibrated around
them. He shoved Garrett. "You're scaring your sister."
Then
he pushed Logan the other way. "You're pissing me off, and
you ruined my cabin."
Both young soldiers turned to view the missing wall. Snow
drifted around, and the heat from the fire dissipated.
Garrett turned again, his gaze finding Janie. "How the
hell
could you?"
Zane stepped to block his view, his voice lowering to
deadly. "Watch your tone with your sister."
Janie scrambled to her knees and leaned around Zane. "Are
you all right, Garrett?"
Garrett snarled. "Sure. The jerk here hits like a girl."
At
Janie's indrawn breath, he hastily added, "A girl who
hasn't
been trained to fight."