“Okay. It is what it looks like.” Like they couldn’t spare a Lexus. Dominick came from a family of lion shifter millionaires.
“Ryder! Are you going to let your brother talk about your car like that?” the woman wailed, clinging to the man’s arm.
She turned and glared at Pixie, and then turned to Ryder, pouting. “And make her give back what she stole from me!”
As they spoke, two shifters rushed from inside the building. One was a bear shifter named Kory, one was an elephant shifter named Hans. Dominick flicked a glance at them, then turned back to Pixie.
“Hand it over.” Dominick said to Pixie, his voice gone low and dangerous. Fur rippled on his face, and then sank back into his skin.
He held out his hand. With a martyred sigh, she reached into the pocket on the inside of her jacket, and pulled out the keys to the Lexus, a rhinestone encrusted purse shaped like a pair of red lips, a pink rhinestone cell phone. Bitch can’t even color coordinate her tacky accessories, she thought. She slapped them into Dominick’s palm.
“You had the keys to the car?” Hillary’s voice was an outraged squawk. “Why didn’t you just use them instead of picking the lock?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Pixie asked, baffled.
“Give me my stuff, you asshole! Now!” the blonde shrieked at Dominick, her nasal tone scraping like nails on a chalkboard.
Dominick shot her a look of utter disgust, and then hurled the cell phone, the keys, and the change purse, on to the ground and crushed them under his boot heel. The cell phone shattered into pieces and the purse tore open. The blonde let out an inarticulate shriek of rage.
Ryder’s face contorted with fury. He shifted into lion form, his clothing splitting and falling off his massive tawny body, and leaped at Dominick with a roar, and Dominick shifted, and the elephant and bear shifted, and Hillary screamed and hid behind Pixie.
The lions rolled on the asphalt, growling and snapping at each other. The blonde stood back on the sidewalk watching them, with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Hillary crouched low behind Pixie, who was standing by the open door of the Lexus.
“Nice job, bodyguard,” Pixie said. “I’ve never felt safer.”
“I did not sign up for this!” Hillary wailed. “Is this how you people carry on all the time? I am seriously considering handing in my resignation!”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. No, it’s not usually like this,” Pixie lied. Pixie didn’t really want Hillary to quit. She just wanted her to go back to her nice safe office where she belonged. If Hillary quit, Kenneth would subject Pixie to one of his scathing lectures, which were considerably more boring than watching paint dry.
The fight was over in less than a minute. The bear shifter hurled himself onto Dominick and knocked him away from his brother, then grabbed and pinned him in a bear hug, and the elephant shifter grabbed Ryder in its trunk and lifted him off the ground, and after a minute the two snarling, roaring lions shifted back to human form.
In another minute, there were four angry men standing on the sidewalk, with the shreds of their clothes scattered around them.
Pixie couldn’t help but flick an admiring glance at Dominick. All of his clothes had fallen away, and he wore nothing except a leather necklace with some odd feathered talisman dangling from it, which he always wore, even in lion form. He had an amazing body, with those perfectly sculpted muscles and the six pack that looked as if it had been chiseled by Michaelangelo. Since Pixie tended to aggravate Dominick so much that he shifted and burst out of his clothes, she got to see him naked a lot. That was a nice side benefit of taunting the cranky shifter.