Page 89 of Frank's Felon
“I think I can handle you without backup,” Sloan replied.
“Perhaps. Though I could have killed you at any time from the moment you left the safety of your car. Or when you slipped on the ice outside.”
“I didn’t fall. How did you know I slipped? And how did you get in without shutting the code?”
“Good hearing, and that’s a trade secret.”
“Ah, yes. I forgot. Petty thief.”
“I did what I had to do to survive, Agent,” Delilah said, her tone so serious Sloan nodded a half apology.
“Why escape your pack only to come here and turn yourself in?”
“First of all, I don’t belong to Damien’s pack. I’m a lone wolf, and we can be rather unpredictable, especially since there’s nothing anyone can hold over us. No ties, no loyalties, no one.”
“You have a sister.”
“Who’s well-guarded byherpack.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To make you an offer. You go through with the treaty, and you can have me.”
“Funny. That guard, Connelly, just made the same offer. He said he’ll turn himself over in your place. As if all we needed was a shifter with muscles.”
Delilah froze for a minute. Frank had tried to offer himself in her place? Her wolf nipped at her. This was not the time to lose focus. “You need me specifically. Why?”
“You picked up on that? Smart cookie. Good. That will serve you well in prison.”
Delilah shuddered. “I’m not going back to prison.”
“What did you think would happen when you turned yourself over to me, Miss Matthews? I now have you at gun point.”
“Having me and holding me are two different things.”
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I have to be. Lone shifter. No one else to depend on.” She had Frank, but she couldn’t put him or his pack at risk. This was all on her.
Sloan tilted his head as if he were genuinely puzzled. “And yet you turned yourself in when you didn’t have to. Why?”
“Because you want something from me, Agent Sloan, and I want to know what it is. There’s no other reason this treaty would hinge on my capture, and I’m tired of running. I have a feeling we need one another.”
Sloan holstered his gun. “Miss Matthews, I think it’s time we talked.”
* * *
Feared rolledthrough Delilah as Agent Sloan’s car rolled up to the gate of Damien’s pack. Delilah was sitting in the back seat with Agent Sloan. She had been gone two weeks, and she was eager and somewhat scared to see Frank. It was hard knowing how he’d react to her decision.
She had left without saying goodbye, hadn’t told him what she had planned, and had made yet another important decision without speaking to him. These were not actions of a mate. And he had wanted to blood-bond her. . . Clearly, she wasn’t mate material. Except she wished she were. Maybe someday. Except Frank wouldn’t wait for her, not when she had done nothing to make him trust her.
Two shifters peered into the car from either side. Jace and another guard she didn’t recognize. “Get Frank,” Jace said to the other.
Delilah shrank into the seat. Agent Sloan gave her a sympathetic look, as much as he was capable, that is. The human took his business quite seriously and didn’t allow anyone to get to know him. She still didn’t have him figured out, but that wasn’t her concern. Staying alive, protecting those she loved. . .That was her only concern.
As soon as they exited the car, familiar smell of pine struck Delilah. She took a deep breath, but there was no hint of cedar in the air. “I need to run,” she said, as she started stripping.
“Here?” Sloan asked as she tossed her clothing to him.
