The Survivors: Book One

Kenn grinned harshly at her surprise. "Yeah, I know him! Answer me!"

He was trying to intimidate her, but Angela surprised them all by shoving him with both hands, moving him out of her personal space as she'd learned. "Stop yelling at me!" she blared, catching him off guard again.

She only lowered her voice a little, finger waving. "We can have a normal conversation or we can spill blood right here and now," she warned coldly. "It's your choice."

It was dangerous to push, but the old Angela, the one who'd battled him early in their relationship, was guiding them through this minefield. When his eyes flicked to Brady again and then Dog, she relaxed a bit. Getting Kenny to think before he acted was the key to surviving the encounter.

Shocked at the words more than her actions, Kenn hated it that he might be outnumbered by the tense Marine edging closer, by the bristling animal at his side that upon closer inspection, appeared to be a wolf, and also by Angela, who had obviously done a lot of changing (reverting) during her trip.

"Fine. We'll talk," he sneered sarcastically.

Angela cocked her head as the sun came through the clouds of grit above them as if to back her up. "We'll start the entire conversation over."

He grunted and Angela forced a cheery smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Hello, Kenn. Good to see you. How have you been?"

The Marine grinned coolly, instantly recognizing her tactics. He should. He'd used them daily on her. "Never better. Enjoy your trip?"

Kenn felt his rage go up another notch when she nodded, shuttered eyes finding her escort before returning to his angry face.

"Some of it, yes."

Kenn's eyes promised payment. "Hope it was worth it."

Angela continued without hesitation, even though his beefy hands were now clenched into tight fists. "It was. Where's my boy?"

Kenn said nothing, waiting, wanting to hear her beg. He wasn't prepared for the hate that filled her face.

"I don't need you to find him! How do you think I got here?" she ground out through clenched teeth.

Kenn was too pissed to be worried, though he had an idea he might be in a little danger. She'd done more than revert. She was using the power! She'd unlocked it! He had always known she could and the old, thwarted bitterness settled into his stomach like it had never left. Was there a way he could get control of it now? His mind flashed a picture of her son. Yes. There was. "That may be, but you do need me to get near him. Charlie's with my men. They won't want to kill you, but they will."