Thank you, but I’m fully recovered. Perhaps a fresh bruise though. Ritka received a warning glance from Lelandi that she would deal with her later. “Thanks for your assistance.”“I respect a woman with grit. Your bravery makes me think of my sister, who is roughly your age. She has occasionally gotten herself into situations where I have had to save her.She secretly wished her brother had stayed around and helped her family more like Chester. What did you mean when you said I was self-observing?“Darien is too involved in the events involving your sister. I’ve already been there. He requires a stranger. Someone who is less susceptible to being influenced by their family or lifelong friends.Someone similar to you?“I’ve been a private investigator for a while. I am not personally invested in the cases I’ve worked on. That’s all I have to say.What are your knowledge on this case? Lelandi believed he could provide her with some context.“Nothing. My pursuers keep watch over me day and
While his eyes were so smokey with want, she wasn’t sure he was listening when he offered a short nod. However, she spoke with intention. Perhaps they discussed it when they came home, or she decided to handle the situation on her own.Her bodice was then slid down, revealing her breasts, after he pulled off the thin steel crinoline and tossed it aside. Her body began to heat up from the want to mate, and her resentment at his leader’s stubbornness vanished. She loved how his hands felt on her breasts, how he massaged and elevated them, how he knelt down over one and kissed the nipple, making it thrill and pucker. She ran her fingers through his hair and detected a hint of frosty moisture. Snow.His hand moved down her waist as he raised the long skirt once more. He had a single focus. His frown was forced away from his temple by her fingertip kiss, and he was briefly stopped.Immediately after feeling a tremor, he put his palm between her legs, spotting the opening in her crotchless
Why, of all the godforsaken places in the United States, had Larissa, her loving sister, ended up dead? Perhaps that was the reason: it was remote, surrounded by forest, a haven from the harsh reality of the forced marriage, and secure from Bruin’s retribution should he have ever discovered her. She hadn’t been secure, though. She had since passed away.Lelandi Wildhaven must have been wrong when she thought she saw her cousin Ural slink into the woods in his wolf form out of the corner of her eye. In order to avoid alerting the gray lupus garou pack that a couple of reds had trespassed into their area, he wouldn’t be furious enough with her to shapeshift thus near to Silver Town.She pushed open the Silver Town Tavern’s hefty door, disregarding her gut feeling that this was a very bad idea. The rusted hinges’ screeching jarred her tense nerves.She was suddenly terrified that the five bearded men at the table, who had turned to look at her, had seen right through her disguise.Hating
“Still giving orders at the factory, Mason,” Tom said.The bearded man grumbled, “Fourth of July’s coming for a second time this year.”Figuring she’d be better off sitting next to the rest- rooms to lessen the chance of creating fireworks, Lelandi grabbed her purse.The door banged open again. The chatter died.As soon as she saw him, she knew it was him—not only because silence instantly cloaked the room and every eye in the place watched Darien Silver’s reaction. His sable hair curled at the top edge of his collar. Brooding dark eyes, grim lips, features handsomely rugged, but definitely hard, defined him. Wearing a leather jacket, western shirt, jeans, and boots, everything was as black as his somber mood. He looked so much like Tom andJake, she figured they must be triplets, and he was the leader of the gray lupus garou in the area. Had to be, the way everyone watched him, waiting for the fireworks.Something about him stirred her blood, something akin to recognition, yet she’d
While Sam whipped up Lelandi’s margarita, there was quiet talk at the table across from Darien’s and among the grays at the bar, but no one said a word at Darien’s table.The situation repeated again until the establishment was busy and rowdy. More customers entered the pub, all hoping to welcome their leader. However, when they saw a dead ringer for his slain mate sitting at his normal table, they turned to see Darien. Yet, nobody ventured to eat at her table. God is good. She couldn’t hear the gist of the more crucial conversations because they were held low, but she only needed to hear the beginning.Identify the words being spoken. The clone of a dead sister appears at the grays’ hangout to exact retribution. Everyone of them would be trembling in their boots. Right.Lelandi finished her margarita and immediately felt the need to go the restroom. The atmosphere had become extremely warm, so she shed her jacket. Huge error. The moment they realized how small she was, the room fell
Damn it, no. the bitches had asked for trouble and as much told Lelandi that Larissa had been slain for being a red.She let the women’s obscenities in by opening the bathroom door and closing it after her. The males sat next to the women and turned their heads from Lelandi to the ladies room. Sorry, boys, but the gals need to do a little cleaning.Sam signaled for Silva to investigate after Lelandi sat down again and the ladies still hadn’t left the restroom.Lelandi should look for her missing brothers and uncle at this time, perhaps. Ignore the fact that Larissa fled and was slain, leaving Lelandi to face with Bruin’s pack on her own. She could also choose to remain and endure the wrath of a group of irate grays.She stayed out of pride and a good lot of stubbornness. Lelandi sipped her second margarita coolly, all eyes on the bathroom. Nothing was said. Without a surety, tonight they would all kill Lelandi while she slept. She hoped that she hadn’t come here for nothing. She wasn’
Jake turned his head in an odd direction. “Yeah. It might shock the entire pack if we have a murderer among us. Everything would be much cleaner if she committed suicide.She wrote her own suicide note, which was left behind. She committed suicide. Story over.” Darien sipped on his beer once more, but this time it tasted sour.Why don’t you speak the truth to her sister instead? Why send Tom, who is sure to mess up everything? Jake gave Darien his first truly nasty grin in a while as his mouth twisted up. “If he becomes fresh, he might start to resemble Ritka with a bright new eye.”Darien disregarded his remark. “Lelandi must not have had any brothers if a twin sister is investigating what happened.”“We had no idea she had a family at all.”In an effort to release the tension building there, Darien stroked his forehead. Even while the agony of her passing would never go away, seeing her sister-in-law brought everything rushing back tenfold. He was upset with his partner for killing
The Conversation At The Tavern had reached a dull roar over the appearance OF Lelandi’s sister in town when Darien’s cell phone called. He believed Lelandi’s sister was causing trouble when he saw Tom’s cell phone number, which didn’t surprise him. He fervently hoped that she hadn’t gotten away from him. “Tom, yeah? What’s going on right now?Come on, quickly! Tom’s breathy voice boomed through the phone.“Tom?” Darien jumped up from his seat. Whereabouts are you? “Rifles fired. The Hastings Bed The phone was dead. “Hastings is on fire!” As Darien and Jake ran for the tavern door, Darien’s heart pounded in his ribs.Everyone from the tavern must be hot on his heels based on the deafening clamor of boots tromping down the street behind him. Concern for the woman’s and his brother’s safety overcame him as he dashed toward the motel with his muscles taut for conflict.Although the sinister notion that she might have shot Tom raced through his mind.He yelled to Jake, “Hastings Bed and Br