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“Persistent.”
His lips twitched again, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to strangle me or kiss me.Maybe both.
“You keep this up,” he said finally, “and I won’t be able to protect you.”
The words landed heavy, but the way he said them, it wasn’t just a threat.It was a confession.
I swallowed hard.“Then maybe I don’t want protection.”
His eyes darkened, and heat sparked, making my pulse trip over itself.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he growled.
“Don’t I?”
The space between us sizzled, charged with everything we weren’t saying.
For one reckless heartbeat, I thought he was going to close the distance.His gaze dropped to my mouth, and mine did the same.My lips parted.Wanting.
Then he pushed back suddenly.He threw a crumpled bill on the table, stood, towered over me with anger, and something hotter radiated off him in waves.
“This is a bad idea,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.
Before I could respond, he walked out.
I sat there, my chest heaving while my body trembled with frustration and want.My heart screamed at me that I’d just lost my chance.
But the echo of his voice lingered.
This is a bad idea.
And for the first time, I didn’t feel like running.
I felt like chasing.
I left and stepped into the cool night air.He leaned against his bike out front with a cigarette glowing between his fingers like he’d been waiting for me.
“Get on,” he said, and jerked his chin at the bike.
I froze.“What?”
He climbed on and stared at me.“You wanted the truth?You’re in it now.Get on.”He started the bike, and the engine rumbled around us.
I should’ve said no.Should’ve turned and walked the other way.
Instead, I swung my leg over the bike and pressed my body against his back.The rumble of the engine thrummed through me.
As we roared into the night, my arms wrapped tight around his solid frame, I realized something terrifying.
I wasn’t just chasing answers anymore.
I was chasing him.
Chapter Eleven
Werewolf
The second she wrapped her arms around me on the bike, I knew I was fucked.
