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He wrapped that end around Radagast’s throat, shoved his heart into his mouth, and lifted the asshole until his toes dangled above the table. He made sure Radagast’s heart and the giant hole in his chest were clearly visible.
“Belda won’t be happy when she sees that,” Sahira remarked.
“I don’t care. There’s a chance she knew about that entrance into your room, which means she kept this detail to herself when I told her something attacked you. Also, even if she didn’t know, Iwillmake it clear that no one is to fuck witheitherof us again.”
Once he finished, he sat in one of the chairs and leaned back as he folded his hands and rested them on his belly. He plopped his feet on the table and tipped his chair back as he smiled at Radagast.
CHAPTERFORTY-SIX
Belda wasnotthrilledto discover Radagast’s body hanging from one of her beams. She promised to exile Orin as he remained sitting in the chair, smiling and twirling his thumbs while listening to her rant.
The lycan’s face got redder, her voice louder, and her eyes flashed silver as the wolf inside sought to break free. Belda would kill him, or the top of her head would blow off. Other immortals looked on in horror and disbelief as they crowded the doorway and spread around the room.
Belda’s pack stood a few feet behind her, arms crossed over their chests. Like all lycans, they were tall, broad, and extremely powerful; they were also extremely intimidating, though Orin didn’t think so.
Sahira looked from Belda to Orin and back again while Belda ranted. Only bats could probably hear some of the octaves the lycan hit.
And Orin never tried to defend himself. The entire time, he sat there with a smirk, and his eyebrows quirked in a way that only made him more handsome—something she hadn’t believed possible.
When Belda finally calmed down enough to stop shouting, she pointed at Boris and some of her pack. “Take him out of here. He’s no longer welcome in this town.”
Orin rocked back in his chair but didn’t look fazed when a couple of the lycans started toward him. When they were only a few feet away, Orin spoke.
“If any of you touch me, I’ll string you up like Radagast, but I’ll hang you by your balls and shove your cock in your mouth. You won’t be dead when it happens either.”
“Are you threatening me?” Boris growled.
“It’s more like a promise, but you can call it a threat if it helps you sleep at night.”
“Fuck you, fae.”
Orin ignored him as he focused on Belda. “We have to talk… alone.”
“I’m not—”
“If you want to know what happened here, and you do, you’ll send them out so we can talk. If you still think I didn’t have a good reason to kill him, I’ll leave and never return afterward.”
Belda looked from him to Sahira and back again. She jerked her head at one of the lycans, who gave her a disgruntled look before retreating to the door.
“Do you want me to stay?” Boris asked.
“No,” Orin answered.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
Orin and Belda locked gazes for a minute before she turned to her beta. “Get everyone else out of here. I’ll join you soon.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“Neither do I, but he won’t attack me.”
“No, I won’t,” Orin said.
“You better not be fucking with me on this, Orin,” Belda told him.
“I would never.”
Boris ushered the rest of the immortals out and closed the door behind him. When a hush descended over the pub, Orin set his feet down and rose.
