Laurence slipped another glance at Eva, who was now curled up against his truck door sleeping. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t look like she carried the world on her shoulders.
He felt his lips twitch up at the sight of her. She was safe, he had to keep reminding himself. It felt too good to be true that she was safe and with him and he knew he would do anything to keep her that way.
Eva could feel the sun peeking between her eyelids through the open window and she groaned, curling into Laurence’s warm body and hiding her face from the blinding light. She was well aware that she was practically on top of him, just like how they had fallen asleep, but couldn’t bring herself to care about how she was sprawled all over him. She inhaled deeply now that she had stuffed her face into his chest and almost moaned at the de
Laurence instantly noticed Eva’s gaze darken and when the color slipped from her eyes, he froze. He stood slowly, knowing that the eyes looking back at him no loner belonged to his mate. Her eyes changed from her gorgeous hazel to a dark obsidian in the matter of seconds and she pulled her lips up, snarling at him. He carefully reached back and looped his arm over a thick tree branch and placed his feet on another branch that was close by, but no longer where Eva was.
The realization of what he had just done came like a bucket of cold water and he instantly released her shoulder, stepped back from hovering over her. What had he just done? He just marked a wolf that was raging out of control and had no sense of the world around her.
Eva inhaled sharply, letting Laurence’s manly scent wash over her. She finally gripped his shoulders in her hands, squeezing the hard muscles that rippled under her touch. “Laurence, I can’t.” Laurence frowned and leaned his forehead on h
Eva leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath from the comfort that surrounded her stiff shoulders. For a moment, she tuned out the tense conversation around her and focused on relieving the tension gathered in her shoulders. What felt like hours had probably only been thirty minutes, but the intense subject was getting to be too much to take in right now. The voices around her continued to talk about Lincoln and how to get him out, al
Eva gulped and stepped out of the car, eyeing the road ahead of them. They would continue their journey on foot. They weren’t too far from Peter’s building, but they were far enough away that their cars wouldn’t be obvious if they left them here.
Eva glanced behind her to see Mateo slip the gun from the back of his pants, obviously feeling the uncertainty as she had. He made brief eye contact with her before slightly nodding. Reaching into the side pocket of her pants, she slipped out the large knife and curled her fingers around the hilt. The dagger was long and sharp, but it was hardly going to be as effective as the gun Mateo held. At first, she argued with her brother about the weapon, but she finally relented and grabbed the dagger once she realized he wasn’t going to give it up.
Laurence gave one last fleeting glance as Eva nearly dragged his father’s large body around the corner. He had felt his heart drop in his chest when he realized that Eva was trying to extract her revenge on Peter. He knew she could handle herself and he knew that she would not give up easily, but he also knew that the Arroyos played dirty.