Page 7 of Broken-Hearted

“I have no intention of touching you in the night, Clara Vincent.” He winks. “It’ll be more fun for the both of us when you’re awake.”

My eyes narrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” he says, pulling the sheets up to his chin.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“My priorities have shifted.”

“To?”

“Keep you safe. Get you to Hardin like I promised my alpha. And…”

“And?” I prompt.

“A kiss.”

I blink at him. “Akiss?”

“Yep. I decided back in the diner that we’re going to kiss.”

“You just decided that, did you?” I glare.

His gaze dips to my mouth. “I did. Nothing looked good on the menu, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t anything in the diner that I didn’t want.”

Ah. The source of that mystery smile.

I lie back down, ignoring the tiny flutter in my belly at his heated look. “Well, decide all you want. It’s not happening.”

“Okay,” he says simply.

“You just said that to shut me up.”

“Of course I did. Goodnight, Clara Vincent.”

I switch off the lights and close my eyes, positive there is absolutely no way in hell I’m sleeping with Nathan inches away. Especially after he just admitted that he wants to kiss me.

Blood and death taints the air, and I shiver, afraid of what’s on the other side of this tree Martha and I tucked ourselves behind.

“Wait here, Clara,” Martha quietly orders, her fingers digging into my arm in a subtle warning.

But I don’t wait.

I creep after her, waiting until she’s disappeared through the trees, and I stare in horror at the blood and bodies of my pack. Everyone is dead.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I whisper under my breath.

But that isn’t true.

Our pack had a new omega. Me. They did this because of me.

“Clara?”

A hand grips my arm. Screaming, I shove as hard as I can.

“Ah!”

Thump.

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