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Her fist slammed down on the table. I grinned, knowing I was getting so close.
“Henevercontrolled me.”
“Did he get you to sign a contract, too?” I asked her.
Her eyes widened.Bingo.
But before she could answer, I saw two men enter the diner. I recognized them both. One was the thick-headed man from the cabin in Fayetteville, the other Jackson, those blue eyes piercing me from across the diner as he searched for Sasha.
“He’s not alone,” I murmured to her, barely moving my mouth, averting my gaze. The two men walked further into the diner. “Was he meant to be?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, something scared in them, anger mixing with fear, and I watched as shefought her instincts to make herself small. Why would he have brought a second man with him to meet Sasha? If it was just two exes meeting they wouldn’t need backup. Thalia had told me to go because she believed Jackson wasn’t safe. But why wouldhebring someone else if not to hurt her or manipulate her? Maybe she’d been friends with the other man, and it would be an emotional angle to get her back.
“Sasha,” I said, hushed. “What do you know about your involvement with them that you’re not saying?”
But there was no time to answer. Just before Jackson’s eyes fell on us, I leaned over the sticky diner table, reached for her mass of curls behind her head, and pulled her face to mine.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, and then I kissed her.
Chapter 13 - Sasha
I didn’t think being as angry as I was with Conall was possible. The things he was suggesting were disgusting, especially knowinghethought that being the wolves’ whore would be my idea. He had no clue about the truth. That was exactly what they’d planned for me, contracted, had my boyfriend trick me into false comfort to work up to that.
By the time he told me Jackson wasn’t alone I’d thought of ten different ways to kill him.
Deep down, I think you enjoy being told how to be a good girl.
The words humiliated me even as they’d aroused me. The whole damn argument had aroused meandangered me, and then Conall’s mouth was on mine. I felt the weight of people’s attention, of a pair of eyes on me from the back, burning my neck, making me shudder.
Conall’s hand gripped my hair tighter as he kissed me slowly, a concentrated, purposeful kiss. Nothing at all like the breathy, open-mouthed kisses that night in my apartment.
I got lost in the feel of his lips against mine, and before I could stop it, a soft moan slipped out.
The noise made him freeze, which made me stop and think. My anger took back over—he’d kissed me—and I shoved him back, turning around. But to my worry, Jackson had fled. I saw his retreating figure hurrying into the front of a car, the flash of a shaved head on the other side of the car. It screeched off. They thought I’d set up a trap. Either that, or Jackson realized I’d not come alone and thought I’d be harder to…
I didn’t want to think about why he’d have brought another man with him.
If I hadn’t seen them with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed Conall in his claim of Jackson being with someone.
“Don’t enjoy it too much, it was a one-time thing,” he teased.
“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, incredulous.
Conall had the audacity to shrug. “We’re supposed to be dating. Couples kiss in public all the time.” He shrugged. Then he leaned into me, his dark hair falling handsomely in his face. “Any of these people in this diner could be watching us for that pack and whoever their new leader is.Anyof them. I can sniff out shifters, but we can suppress our scents to remain undetected.”
I nodded. I knew about that from Thalia’s Mating Game trial that she’d once told me about. Fenrys had suppressed his scent, and she’d had to track him.
“You still didn’t need to kiss me,” I muttered.
“Your ex-boyfriend needed to see that you had someone there for you.” He looked utterly nonchalant, even with his flushed cheeks. “Besides, you liked it.”
“I hated every second,” I said.
“So that was a moan of anger?”
I stood up angrily. “When we return to Fenrys and Thalia with no information becausethat’s what Jackson was supposed to give me today, thenyoucan explain.”
I jabbed a finger into his chest, trying not to notice the definition beneath my touch.
