A slight vibration against her thigh alerted Brooklyn of a message and she fished her phone from the fabric of her cocktail dress. ‘Don’t forget about the Arroyos. They told me they will meet you by the bar. They both have red shirts.’ Vincent messaged. Brooklyn quickly texted back a response before she squared her shoulders

Brooklyn slipped her key in the door and walked in, leaving the door open for him. Landon immediately was hit with his mate’s intoxicating scent—pears and laundry detergent. He took a deep breath, taking in as much of it as he could.He heard a light scoff and turned his attention to Brooklyn, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why do you always smell like that?” Landon couldn’t help but smile at how ridiculous he must have looked.

Landon watched in satisfaction as his mate dozed off in his arms. It took a lot of coaxing, but she finally allowed him to hold her in his arms. Brooklyn slumped her weight against him and closed her beautiful blue eyes. After almost an hour of talking, Brooklyn finally fell asleep. It was a good thing, too, seeing as though it was incredibly late and she was attacked in the club earlier today. Brooklyn patiently explained her involvement with Vincent and although he was strongly against

He lied to her. She gave him another shot and he had still been lying to her the whole time. The sharp sting of betrayal was followed by a gut-wrenching feeling of despair. What else was he lying about? “Brooke!” Lacy hollered right as Brooklyn unlocked her car.

“Landon, slow down. I can’t see anything,” Brooklyn begged, her hand grasping the door handle and the console in tight grips. Landon pulled her tense fingers from the middle console and threaded his fingers through hers. “Relax, I can see. I have this under control.” Landon turned the car, heading down another road stretched out along the rainy path. More large drops pelted the windshield, obscuring the view of the road in front of him.