Page 6 of Stealing Sloane

A soft growl rumbled across her chest as green eyes the color of jade locked onto hers. Despite the disdain on his face, she couldn’t help but notice how good-looking he was, with his dark blond hair, high cheekbones, and patrician nose, not to mention a jaw that could cut glass. The rest of him wasn’t so bad either—wide shoulders and a muscled chest that tapered down to a set of well-firmed abs and a trim waist, the hint of the deep V-cut of his hips peeking from under the waistband of his jeans. Her mouth went dry as a shot of heat bolted down to her lower belly.

“What’s a Lone Wolf?” Stella asked, thankfully interrupting Sloane’s train of thought before it went somewhere she didn’t want it to go.

“A very long story,” Cliff said with a sigh. “We should probably get out of here before hotel security or the cops come.”

“We can go to my house,” Stella offered, “and get everything cleared up.”

“Like why you tried to kidnap your own sister,” Jacob scoffed.

The scorn in his voice stabbed her like a knife in the chest. “I have my reasons,” she replied, applying an equal amount of contempt to her tone.

“I hope they’re good ones,” he retorted.

“As good as that roundhouse kick to the face that knocked you out.”

He opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut, and his entire face turned bright red.

She flashed him a smirk. Nowthatshut his smart, sexy mouth.

“Come on, children,” Cliff said. “Jacob, let’s go get your car.”

Sloane turned back to her sister, gently placing a hand on her arm where her wolf had slashed her. “I’m really sorry about—wow.” That was strange. She could have sworn her claws tore right down Stella’s wolf’s left front leg, but her sister didn’t even flinch. “Huh.”

“What?”

Sloane pushed up the sleeve, then twisted her arm around. “You sure heal quick.” The skin was clean and unbroken, as if she’d never been hurt at all.

“Huh?” Stella checked out her arm. “Lycan healing, I guess.”

Sloane lifted a blonde eyebrow. “Not that quick.” While Lycans did recover from wounds without any medical intervention, at this point the wound should still be open. She glanced at her hand, which was still stained with blood, so she definitely had not imagined clawing Stella.

“Holy shit!” Jacob exclaimed as his head ping-ponged between Cliff and Stella. “You’re?—”

“Not now,” Cliff barked.

“But—”

“I said,not now, Jacob.”

What the hell was going on?“Aw, fuck, man!” Sloane groaned as they passed the wreckage of the sports car. “I really liked that car.”

Stella turned back to what remained of the flashy vehicle. “Was it new?”

“New for the owners, I guess,” Sloane said with a shrug. “I guess now they can report it wreckedandstolen.”

“Stolen?” Jacob exclaimed. “You stole a car?”

There it was again—that look of pure derision on his face. She stiffened, her stomach clenching as she told herself his opinion of her did not matter at all. “What? You think I can afford somethin’ like that?”

Cliff sighed. “Move it, guys. I think I hear security coming.”

They all piled into Stella’s car, managing to leave the garage unnoticed before security or anyone else arrived. Even as she sat in the back with Stella beside her, Sloane still could not believe this was happening. Neither she nor her sister said a word, but once in a while, they would find themselves glancing at each other at the same time. She could only imagine Stella had the same surreal feeling from seeing her own face reflected back at her from a stranger.

Once they arrived at Stella’s house, they all headed inside and settled around the kitchen table.

“How did you find me?” Stella asked.

“Your video, duh,” Sloane explained, taking a sip of the coffee she accepted from her twin.

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