Page 54 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

He steps right into my space, hands brushing my arms like he has any right to touch me.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmurs, voice low and patronizing.

“You used to like it when I stopped by. Thought maybe you were lonely. No dog can give you what I can, Deen.”

It dawns on me then, he means Doug. Which means Eric and his two friends aren’t human.

Fuck.

My pulse spikes.

Suddenly, this doesn’t feel like a pathetic ex fishing for ego boosts anymore.

This feels threatening.

“Eric. Back. Off.”

My voice is sharp now. No warmth. No invitation.

But he doesn’t move.

His fingers tighten just slightly on my arm, and the realization hits me hard and fast, I’m alone.

The cleaning crew isn’t here yet.

No MJ.

No Carina.

No one.

Except Eric and his meathead friends, who are definitely not human. Not with the way their eyes are glowing, and their movements are all jerky and unnatural.

Shit. Now they’re blocking the door.

Panic starts to flicker in my chest, cold and quick.

“Eric, I’m serious,” I snap, my heart pounding in my throat.

“Look, I need to finish up, and you need to go. Get. Out. Now.”

He laughs. His buddies take out two cans of spray paint and my eyes widen in horror.

“No!” But I am too late.

They start to spray obscenities over the mural.

My mural.

The one I painted on the wall of mine and my sisters’ place.

This bastard.

I should probably stay quiet, but do you always do the things you should?

Me neither.

“You prick!” I snap and stomp my sneaker-clad foot, which doesn’t sound half as loud as I want it to.

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