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“It’s a yes or no question,” I teased. “Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t felt things were headed this way from the beginning?”
Sylvie was silent. At a loss for words. That was fine. I waited. I was a hunter. Patience was in my blood. I stalked her now, waiting for her to reveal which way she was going to break. Then the chase would begin anew. I could outwait her, no matter how long. Because once she moved, I would have her.
And then I would do what I had been longing for ever since she touched my wolf in the forest.
I would kiss her—the most dangerous woman in town, a true threat to my pack. I was going to ignore all the warnings and the rules, and I was going to kiss her anyway.
Because I was done waiting for permission from them. I wantedher, and I could tell she wanted me too.
“Linc,” Sylvie whispered into the silence between us. Her lips parted ever so slightly as we locked eyes once more, and she knew what was coming.
I leaned across the gap of inches, my mouth headed for hers, ready to finally taste her, to feel her. Totakeher and claim her as my own, dangers be damned.
Sylvie’s head tilted back, her eyes widening in shock and anticipation. She was caught, and she knew it. I had her now.
Lights lit up the driveway and, a second later, tires crunched over the gravel as a car pulled in.
The spell broken, Sylvie stiffened and pulled away nervously.
“Are you expecting company?” I asked.
“N-no,” she said.
I was on my feet instantly.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sylvie
Igot to my feet without urgency. It was just a car, after all, not a tank crashing through the wall. Maybe it was Charlene, stopping by for a late-night visit, or another of my grandmother’s umpteen associates with something for me. It certainly didn’t reek of danger.
That didn’t stop Linc from putting himself between me and the corner of the house, where anyone from the car would come if they were sneaking around. Just like the night before, when he’d inserted himself between the forest and me.
Shielding me.
Only this time I didn’t need it. My gut wasn’t ringing out with danger. It was just a visitor.
I went to step around him, but his arm shot out, blocking me from moving around the side of the house to view the driveway.
“Wait,” he said.
“No,” I replied, grabbing his arm to move it, irritated at what I saw as an attempt to control my actions. “I don’t need your—”
My fingers gripped his forearm, and electricity shot up into my arm. Lincoln’s entire body went stiff, and he inhaled so fast and hard I could hear it even over the hammering of my heart.
What the hell? That’s twice now we’ve touched and this has happened.
My thoughts were interrupted by the car door opening as whoever it was got out. My eyebrows went up as the owner slammed it shut. The noise was loud and angry. I stayed where I was behind Lincoln as the person stomped up the front steps and proceeded to begin hammering at the door.
I still felt no imminent danger in my gut.
“Any ideas now?” Lincoln spoke quietly but without whispering. Not that there was much of a need over the sound of the door shaking in its frame.
“None.” I did question whether my instinct was working properly. How could there be no danger with someone pounding that angrily on the door? “But we should go inside.”
Together we slipped in through the back door and made our way toward the front of the house. I let Lincoln lead the way, just in case my danger sensewasmalfunctioning.
“Whoever it is, I believe it is safe to say they are less than happy.” Lincoln frowned thoughtfully. “Have you made any enemies?”
