“Xander,” Skylar said, breathless.
Xander glanced at Skylar then turned back to me. “What are you doing with my mate?”
“Your mate?” I straightened. “Skylar is mine.”
“I don’t think so,” Xander said. “I felt the bond with her. Skylar, you’re my true mate.”
“Skylar, you felt the connection we had,” I said, turning to her. “You know what there is between us. You felt the mating bond.”
Another growl alerted me to Xander changing right for me. His fist made contact with my jaw before I could react. I stumbled backward, uneasy on my feet. I was still recovering from my injury and my senses felt like they were moving underwater. Laggy and slow.
Still, I was able to regroup fast enough to land a blow of my own, my fist hitting the shifter’s cheek.
“Enough!” Skylar shouted as she squeezed in between us. She stretched her hands out, creating a gap between me and Xander.
“This isn’t the dark ages. You can’t fight for my honor or some shit. It doesn’t work like that.” She was naked, standing in the middle of both of us, her expression pure steel.
“I don’t even know what I feel but I sure as hell am not going to follow some archaic mating bond myth because you two oafs say so.” She dropped her arms, then crouched down to pick up her abandoned t-shirt. After tugging it over her head, she turned to look at each of us in turn.
“We aren’t going to solve this if you two are at each other’s throats,” she said.
“He’s an incubus, Skylar. He makes people feel things. He’s playing you,” Xander said.
“No, he’s not,” she said. “For some stupid reason, I trust him. But I also trust you. If you two can play nice, you can stay. If not, you know where the door is.”
“I’ll take watch,” I said. “Skylar needs to sleep.”
“Alone,” Xander said.
“Agreed,” I replied.
Skylar pulled on her pants. “I don’t know what is going on here but we’ve all had a pretty rough last few days. We all need some rest.”
She walked toward the other door and opened it. “I’ll be in here. Try not to kill each other while I’m asleep.”