Fuck.
She was closer to the truth than I’d realized.
“This doesn’t prove anything,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.
Her head whipped toward me with her eyes blazing.“Don’t lie to me.”
I froze.
Because no one talked to me like that.No one called me on my bullshit.
But she had.
And instead of snapping, I found myself staring at her mouth, wondering what it would feel like pressed against mine.
Dangerous.
I stepped back and put distance between us.“You need to go home.Now.That’s enough for today.”
Her arms crossed over her chest.“And if I don’t?”
“Then I will physically take you home and make sure you stay there.”
Her lips curved into something between a smirk and a challenge.“So either way, you’re stuck with me.”
My jaw clenched.“Looks like it.”
And for the first time in a long damn time, I felt the ground shift under me.
Because I knew this wasn’t just about Demi’s brother anymore.
This was about her.
And God help me; I wasn’t sure I wanted to let her go.
Chapter Eight
Demi
I didn’t know what I expected when I demanded Werewolf’s help.
Maybe for him to laugh in my face.Maybe for him to shove me out the door and slam it behind me.
I hadn’t expected him to actually agree.
Well, “agree” was generous.More like he’d snarled that he’d keep me on a short leash until he figured out what was going on.His tone had made it sound like a prison sentence.Still, it was something.
And “something” was more than I’d had in six months.
That’s how I ended up in the passenger seat of his truck a few hours later.The city lights blurred past as we drove into territory I didn’t recognize.The silence between us was thick, broken only by the rumble of the engine and the occasional drag of his hand over the steering wheel.
I clutched my bag in my lap.My mind spun with questions I didn’t dare ask.
Who are we going to see?
What are you going to do to them?
What am I doing here?