Realization slammed her between the eyes like a two-by- four. “You’re…one of them?” she wheezed, coughing, thankful she hadn’t just taken another sip of water, since she’d have spewed it all over the table.
“My parents are both Lycan, so yes, I’m one of them,” Jillian said in a friendly, but matter-of-fact tone, as if she’d just admitted that her parents were members of Costco, instead of a shape-shifting wolf pack. “But as a Spirit Walker, I can’t take the shape of a wolf.”
<“She’s doing fine. We got some wine in her, then fed her some lasagna, and gave her some coffee. But she’s still tired. I think the drug was pretty hard on her system. We only just left, but she’s probably already out for the count again in your guestroom.”“Oh. That’s, uh, good, then.”Jillian gave him a kno
“A little faith. That’s all you need. And if you ask me, the idea of the two of you together makes perfect sense.”“A human and a dark wolf?” He snorted, shaking his head.“Look deeper, Razl. And you’ll see what I’m talking about. I have a feeling you and Tourmaline are more alike than you realize.”
Razl wasn’t sorry for killing the bastard. Hell, he’d have killed the blond one, too, if she hadn’t been watching him.He thought she’d ask him more about the killing, but instead, the next thing she said was, “That whole attitude thing you had going when we got here this afternoon. What was that about? Did you think I’d blame you for what you are?”
“You sleep okay?” he asked.She gave him a tight smile. “Great, if you can believe it.”Something moved through his dark gaze—something hot and primal—and she reacted with a shiver, chill bumps racing across her bare arms. Last night, when they’d been talking, she’d actually argued that he wanted her. But tha
There was no doubt that she wanted him—she just didn’t want to want him, damn it. Not when he made her feel so out of control. So desperate and needy.“Yeah, I might have said that, but what the hell do I know?” he drawled with a crooked smile. “I’m just a stupid alpha jackass, right?”“You said it, not me. B
“I thought I must have been imagining it,” she whispered, her voice a little breathless and low. “The way you’d made me feel at the motel. Thought it must be the drug. But it wasn’t. It was real.” Opening her eyes, she turned her head a little to look at him, her gaze full of wonder and a small part of fear. “How do you do that to me? Make me let go like that?”“Why does it surprise you?” he asked, painfully aware of the fact that if he didn’t come soon, he’d probably end up doing some permanen
Cian shot Tourmaline a mischievous wink before walking down the porch steps and disappearing around the side of the cabin. Giving Razl a curious look, she asked, “Do you normally work with him?”“Not if I can help it.” He shoved one hand back through his hair, appearing irritated as hell. “But this is Mason and Jeremy’s way of trying to make the two of us get along better.”
While they watched, one of the Whiteclaw males took the girl’s arm and led her into what appeared to be some kind of office building. An ugly suspicion started burning in Razl’s gut. “I’ve got a bad feeling,” he said for the second time that morning. Dropping his cigarette butt into the ashtray sitting on the end of the bench, the Irishman said, “You’re not the only one.”Razl had hoped they might catch sight of Sapphire Smart, if she was even there, since Monroe had called on their way to Hawkley with the news that t