Page 30 of A Wolf of War
But, no.
He could smell her getting hot for him.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, pressing her hands to her cheeks in horror. That meant all of them could. Every werewolf in the fucking house could likely smell when she was...
She wanted to drop dead.
And then, a knock.
She rushed out of the bathroom and managed to get back to the bed. Before she could say a word, however, the door cracked open, and Milo’s voice followed. “Areyou decent?”
“Yeah,” she croaked, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat, but before she could try again, he was already inside. The door clicked shut behind him with that same careful, calculated precision he always carried.
Oh, right,she thought bitterly.Super hearing. Of course he heard me.
His presence filled the room like smoke, spreading out to fill the space, curling inside her lungs until her breath caught in her throat. He looked good. Even dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans, sleeves pushed to the elbows, Milo was mouthwateringly handsome.
Willow’s gaze lingered for a second too long on the bulge of his biceps before she forced herself to look away. Her mind had snagged on a detail that she had just remembered—he had knocked.
He’d also asked if she was dressed.
Those were odd choices for a kidnapper who was obsessed with her.
Milo held her gaze lightly, like she was liable to bite. Willow didn’t give him the satisfaction. She stayed quiet, arms crossed, flexing her jaw, eyes darting between him and the floor.
He shifted, clearly expecting resistance and notquite knowing what to do with her silence.
Finally, she spoke.
“So, how long do you plan on keeping me here?”
Milo didn’t even blink. “As long as I need to.”
The answer made her grind her teeth. Pushing back was pointless.
“And what about my sister?” she snapped. “What are you doing with her? She’s disabled, Milo. She needs me.”
His brow lifted slightly, but his face stayed unreadable, carved from stone. “She’s fine. I’ve assigned Arlo to keep her company.”
Willow’s lip curled. “Assigned?”
“They’re getting along great,” he added, with a nonchalance that made her stomach turn. “I promise.”
Like they were just playing house. Like none of this was completely insane.
“What if he… changes, or whatever, and eats her?” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up.
“That’s not really how that works.”
“Then why did that red one try to kill me?”
He rubbed a hand over his jaw, dark stubble scratching against his palm. “Titan’s a pup,” Milo said, voice low. “His prey drive was activated.”
“But I was in danger,” Willow shot back. “And Poppy could be, too.”
“I’m not going to hurt your sister,” he replied, quieter this time, like he was trying not to snap. “And neither is Arlo. I’d stake my life on that.”
She scoffed. “Big promises from someone who kidnapped me.”
