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Until he opened his damn mouth.

She wasn’t going to cower, though. Everyone knew you didn’t let a predator know you were terrified of them.

Although Logan could hear her heart.

Which was why he thought she was sexually attracted to him.

Fine, she was.

But only because...

Well, who wouldn’t be?

Goddamn him.

She ended the call, promising to visit her mom soon, and then shot off a text message to her best friend Belinda.

Hey honey. Miss you.

She immediately got a response, which meant she was either on a break or between patients. Belinda was a doctor.

Me too. Will you be home for Thanksgiving?

Of course. Are you free tonight?

Brooklyn would take a break and chat to her friend on FaceTime if they found the time.

While the freedom and space were nice, she did miss her life. This was the first time in her life she’d been away from her family and friends.

She’s met Belinda at university and while most of their friends had drifted away, the two had remained close.

Explaining her decision to move across the country had been difficult the day they’d sat down over a wine, and she’d announced it. Far more difficult than with her parents.

Belinda was single like her, and they were very close. Brooklyn felt like she was deserting her, but also wondered if it would be healthy for them both.

They were in a rut.

Both of them worked insane hours, and like many in their fields, they dated people they worked with.

So she missed her friend, but felt it might be good for them to be forced to meet others outside their comfort zones.

Well, in her case, she would befriend vampires. Which was a complete mindfuck when you thought about it.

Tossing her phone on the bed, Brooklyn walked into the shower and took off her clothes. Turning on the shower, she waited for the water to heat and glanced in the mirror.

Cupping her breasts, she wondered if Logan had noticed their fullness. She pinched her nipples and felt a ripple of arousal flow through her.

What would it be like to fuck a man like him? A powerful vampire? A bad boy.

A warrior who would take no care and pound into her roughly.

Lord...the idea was way too enticing.

But he wasn’t a bad boy. He was a dangerous predator, and she needed to stay far away.

CHAPTER NINE

Logan stretched out his leg, the heel of his boot sliding under Oliver’s chair.

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