Demon Storm: Belador book 5 by Dianna Love Read Free Book Online Page B

leave Treoir?” 
    “I don’t know yet.”
    “I’m not staying here, or in gryphon form, forever. Flying’s a gas until you do it over and over and over again. I’m ready for some down time and so are the rest of them.”
    She couldn’t argue with that. “Let me find out from Tzader who is going to be point person here and get them set up to work with you until I get back with Storm.”
    “You get R and R time while we’re stuck playing air patrol. What’s fair in that?”
    Just when she was feeling friendly toward Tristan he had to push her pissivity button. “If you’re going to be a dickhead, I’ll let you negotiate your terms for remaining here, but keep in mind the mortal world is now a battleground for anyone supernatural, especially anyone with Belador blood. Staying here is a pretty sweet deal, but I’m sure I can convince Macha to send you back where you can’t shift at will without VIPER yanking you in to face a Tribunal trial for exposing paranormal activity to humans.”
    She snapped her fingers. “Oh, and you’ll have a target on your back from the Medb in addition to any other preternatural predators.”
    Tristan cocked his head, looking at her as if he found something fascinating. “I had no idea that Storm found crazy women a turn on.”
    Evalle tossed her hands up in the air and walked away to the sound of Tristan calling her back. She flipped him off and his words ground into a deep chuckle. Jerk.
    When she found Tzader and Quinn, they faced each other, talking in low voices. Harsh sounds rumbled. Quinn’s jaw was rigid and his lips pulled tight and flat when he said, “Find someone else. Not my problem.”
    Tzader growled back, “What? You’re just going to go off and hide again? Great. Just when we need leadership you disappear. I don’t have that luxury.”
    “Leadership? You’re the damned leader, not me.”
    “I’m ordering you to go back and fill in as Maistir,” Tzader said, shoving a blast of fury at Quinn.
    “You can only order me if I remain in the tribe.” 
    Tzader snarled, “You’d turn your back when the tribe needs you most?”
    “Me?” Quinn laughed, but the sound was dark and grim. “I’m not the Maistir who intends to sit here and wait for someone who’s probably not even alive any more.”
    Evalle sucked in a breath. Quinn had never been cruel.
    “Brina is alive,” Tzader said, as if anyone trying to convince him otherwise would be a deadly mistake. The sentient blades hanging on each side of his hips hissed and snarled, ready to attack. “And you will do your duty or you’ll wish you had.”
    And Tzader had never threatened any member of the tribe, especially one of his two best friends. He wouldn’t unleash those blades on Quinn, right?

Chapter 4
    E valle’s hair stood on end.
    She’d never heard Quinn and Tzader go at each other this way, sounding as if one of them was close to grabbing the other’s throat. They were facing each other and leaned in, looking like two bulls ready to charge.
    She stepped up with her hands between them. “Hey, you two. What’s going on?”
    “Shut up,” Quinn snapped without looking her way.
    “Don’t fucking talk to her that way,” Tzader warned, shocking Evalle with the unexpected curse.
    “Thank you, Tzader,” she said, glad that one of them had control of his emotions.
    Then Tzader snarled just as lividly when he ordered her, “Get out of here, Evalle.”
    Nope. No control on his part either. She pushed closer. “No. You two stop this ... whatever is going on between you, and calm down.”
    They both swung feral glares at her.
    She had to be in a time warp. What happened to Tzader and Quinn, and who were these two asswipes?
    Crossing her arms, she glared right back and let them have it. “I will kick both of your butts if you give me any more lip. What the devil is going on?”
    Tzader looked away and muttered, “Dealing with a dickhead.”
    Quinn shot back, “And here I thought that was the