His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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I wanted to beg Edrick not to fight and to just let the police take Ethan away, but it seemed as though Edrick had his sights set on a fist fight with Ethan. As I watched them roll up their sleeves and prepare to fight, I just hoped that Edrick was a good fighter and that Ethan wouldn’t pull any dirty tricks.

One of the cops took Ella, who was thankfully still asleep. He took her to one of the police cars and asked if I wanted to come to safety, but I couldn’t rip my eyes away from Edrick.

I felt so stupid for not trusting Edrick. Of course the conversations with Olivia were all fake, completely fabricated to make me lose trust in him. They wanted to separate me from the one person who would do whatever it would take to keep me safe.

Ethan and Edrick stood on opposite sides of the open room and got into fighting stances. I watched with bated breath as Edrick put his fists up, prepared to fight. Everything felt still and silent, like the calm in the air right before a huge thunderstorm. The air felt static, like there was electricity floating through it.

And then Edrick charged at Ethan. The two brothers flew into a flurry of punches and kicks. Ethan got one punch in on Edrick’s cheek, causing him to hesitate for a moment as he shook the pain out of his head, but Edrick managed to dodge the next punch. Edrick then swiped his leg under Ethan’s feet. Ethan tumbled to the ground, but he was incredibly agile thanks to his werewolf blood and bounced right back up a moment later with his fists still raised. He made a hook at Edrick’s head, which Edrick ducked to dodge again. Edrick’s fist jabbed into Ethan’s stomach, causing Ethan to stagger backwards against the wall to catch his breath.

up against the wall, Edrick flew at him and punched at him furiously. They moved so fast that they were almost a blur because of their werewolf abilities; Edrick’s fists flew over and over again, and Ethan repeatedly

as Edrick skidded across the floor. His shirt

had torn, but the cuts didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Ethan charged at him

both I and the police were begging him not to take it too far. Edrick wasn’t listening, though, and instead punched Ethan in the face repeatedly until Ethan’s face was covered in blood. Edrick paused then, his chest heaving as he straddled Ethan and stared down at him. Edrick’s eyes were wide and glowing brighter than I had

spit out a bloody tooth on

blood. “Every time we roughhoused

with an unexpected amount of force for someone whose face had practically just been beaten to a pulp. He grabbed him around the neck and yanked him closer, growling as he did, and then head butted Edrick hard. Edrick reeled at this, and I cried out with fear. I tried to rush out to him, but one of the cops stopped me and held me back, shaking

you stay out of it, miss,” he said quietly. “Once two

feet and limped over to Edrick. He put his foot on Edrick’s head, turning it this way and that as though inspecting it, before grabbing a fistful

wrenching myself free from the

face me. He shot me a bloody, menacing grin and

ahead,” he said. “Say your goodbyes.

ran over to Edrick’s side; his forehead was cracked open from Ethan head butting him and he was losing a lot of blood. When I ran up to him and fell to my knees, cupping his face

tears that were in my eyes, “it’s

“I’m not gonna make it,” he

Ethan fighting the police. Somehow, he was managing to take all of them down. He was too fast and agile, and his strength was unparalleled. There was chaos behind me, but I only

mark him, then I’ll