Page 14 of Sparks Flying

Still, I wanted to make an impression, so I took some time looking around and ensuring there were no other concerns with the area.

Finally satisfied, I took a seat on a large boulder and looked out across the valley below. It was so beautiful, and I was far enough from the edge to feel safe again.

Lost in thought, I didn’t even notice someone approaching from behind until a throat cleared and I fell off the boulder, clutching my beating chest.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” a male voice said.

I turned to look at him and gasped. Dean Davenport. I recognized him from the brief Patrick had handed out. He was the head of security for Ravenden.

“Oh. It’s you,” I said, surprised to see him out here.

He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. When the wind shifted, his scent hit me like a ton of bricks right between my legs. Holy shit! No smell had ever affected me like this before. My mouth was literally watering, and I feared if I opened my mouth, I just might drool.

“Sure, whatever, but you’re still not supposed to be here,” he said, as if I wasn’t going through some sort of physical crisis right now.

“Says who?” I defiantly responded.

“Says everyone. This is raven territory.”

“I’m aware. I’m here on business,” I snapped.

The scowl on his face pissed me off. Why would I lie about something like that?

His scent assaulted me once more, but this time I noticed that my wolf responded to it too.

Mate,she cried.

Oh no. this can’t be happening. Not him. He’s not even a wolf!

Mine!she growled in response.

“What sort of business?” he demanded.

What sort of business? What the hell? He was acting as if he wasn’t feeling the mating call at all. Maybe I had just imagined it. But that irritated me even more.

“Westin Force business, not that it’s any of yours.”

It hurt that he didn’t seem to notice or feel something, anything.

I was trying hard not to freak out while he was all calm and collected without a care in the world. It was very confusing.

“So you’re part of Westin Force then?”

“Just interning with them for the semester before I start college in January.”

There was an awkward pause between us. I hated the way he was still eyeing me suspiciously.

“I’m Dean. What’s your name?”

“Bailey,” I somehow managed to say.

Dean

Chapter 5

Bailey. Pretty name for a pretty girl. But if she was with Westin Force, the odds of her being a raven were pretty slim. Too bad. There was just something about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it felt like she was drawing me in. Maybe she was a witch.

That had to be it.

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