A Kit Colbana World Short Story

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A Kit Colbana World Short Story

This is a short story. It is only a short story.

Doyle. Human. Tiger. Aneiri. Alone.

Always on the outside, even in a clan. Now, as his dominance grows and threatens to spill out in a wave of violence, he might have to choose between staying with the only family he’s ever known, striking out to lead a solitary life or spill blood of those loyal to the clan…and the few he calls family.

follows the events of Haunted Blade and Haunted Magic

Excerpt

Scott Pritchard, on the other hand, was six feet and built like a battering ram, nothing but thick muscle layered over a solidly built frame. Now he was using that bulk to intimidate her.

Asshole. Fucking asshole.

“Where the fuck is he?” Scott demanded.

“He didn’t tell me and other than that, everything we’ve discussed falls under Healer privilege,” she said with a cool smile.

“Including fucking him?”

Char’s cheeks flushed and her eyes flashed to gold but it wasn’t humiliation or embarrassment. Rage flashed across her face and she shoved Scott back, hard enough that he stumbled a half step in surprise.

But when she went to do it again, he caught her wrist.

Fury twisted my gut into knots and I rose to a crouch.

As I hit the glass, Char’s yelp of pain hit my ears and splintered through me like napalm. Landing in a crouch, I took Scott’s legs out from under him.

“Okay, you big asshole,” I said, rising to stare down at him. “You wanted me? You found me.”