Page 35 of Her Wolf

Come hither

Cora’s hand jerked at a hard knock to her bedroom door. She rushed to her feet, water streaming from her as she splashed across the floor and shoved the letter between a stack of towels on a nearby hamper.

Another knock, harder than before.

It wasn’t one of her men—they had the access code to get into her room even if she locked it. She wrapped a towel around herself and padded into the bedroom.

“Who is it?” she yelled.

“Neo,” came the muffled reply.

“Come back later.” She went inside her walk in closet and hunted out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt to wear.

She was hopping into the jeans when her bedroom door opened.

Cora spun around, fumbling with her shirt as she tried to yank it over her head. Neo appeared in the closet’s doorway, glaring at her.

She bundled the shirt against her chest, shielding herself. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? How did you even get in here?”

“We have a problem,” Neo said.

“Get out!”

But Neo came in instead.

“Out!” she yelled, aiming a kick in his direction. “I’m getting dressed.”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“What?” she spluttered, trying to move around him so she could dart out the closet and—possibly—lock him inside until her men came back.

Wait…where the hell were her men?

“Finn!”

“Just you and me, chica,” Neo said, and for a moment he sounded just like Javier. She shuddered involuntarily and twisted away from him, yanking her shirt over her head. When she turned back, she wanted to climb straight back into the bath and wash off the feel of his eyes.

“What’s so important it couldn’t wait?” she demanded, backing out of the closet. The last thing she wanted was being trapped in a confined space with Neo.

He had a strange look on his face, like a wary predator that had just came across something it didn’t quite know if it should classify as prey yet.

Her Taurus lay on the dressing table. The small cheese knife she’d stabbed into Javier’s heart, by her nightstand.

She’d needed neither today, not when she was surrounded by three men wearing enough weapons for six.

But they weren’t here, were they?

Anger bubbled up inside her, making her voice tight.

“What do you want?”

“We have a shipment to deliver tomorrow, before sunset.”

“A shipment?”

“Yes, Cora. Drugs. Our dealers were expecting them.” For a moment, he looked uneasy, and then he added, “Today already. But I got them to hold off until tomorrow.”

Icy water flowed through her veins instead of blood. “But we don’t have anything, do we?”

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