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“I’ll keep you on speaker, a phone in my pocket, and you stay a few minutes away in the car.”
“Too risky,” he snaps.
“We won’t know unless we try,” I fire back.
“She’s right,” Tyson says.
Linc is fuming.
“Lincoln, this is my decision to make. I’m not yours to protect.”
I see pain flash in his eyes in the rearview mirror.
“I’m not gonna suddenly stop giving a shit about you, no matter who you’re mated to.”
“Same, Linc. Honestly.”
He sighs.
I add, “I need to know. I need to see how his wolf reacts to me up close now that I’m wearing his mark.”
I’m also planning to shift but have no plans to reveal this. I feel like maybe he’ll react differently to my wolf, especially given how he reacted across the river when my wolf barked at him.
“Let’s bring her back,” Mason says.
“Fuck!” Linc slaps the steering wheel before grabbing it in a death-grip.
I reach up and squeeze his shoulder. “Lincoln, I appreciate you worrying about me. Worrying about him. Everything inside me is telling me I need to do this, need to know. If not now, when?”
“When the coven can give us information, Sis. Veronica Young is coming to lay hands on him and see what information she gets. She could see things that help the coven formulate a spell or a potion or get Cat and Blakely onto something for healing this. You’re rushing this shit and that’s not wise.”
“When is she getting here?”
“Tomorrow, sometime.”
I don’t want to wait. I want to see how his wolf reacts to me and to my wolf.
“If she wants to test things, we should let her,” Tyson says.
“Agreed,” Mase immediately says. “Stay just outside, open the outer door and leave the barred door closed, fully armed andready to book it, this vehicle behind you with us three in it. We’ll keep the windows closed but you’ve got us on speaker.”
“Deal.”
The SUV squeals to a stop and Linc takes his frustration out on the gas pedal, bringing us back.
***
Mason’s phone is on speaker in my pocket, I’ve got weapons in each hand, and I’ve opened the outer door and can see inside.
Jared’s wolf is beyond menacing back there, amber eyes with those slit pupils pointed at me, the growl reverberating through every cell in me. His body is in a stance that shows he’d pounce if not for the taut chains restraining him. The mask is tight around his face, and his face is bleeding a little. I think he’s been pawing at the mask with his claws. Right now, he couldn’t bite if he wanted to. And he looks like he wants to.
“Hey,” I say. “I’m Cicely. I’m your mate.” I pull my hair over one shoulder to show him my mark. “You did that.” I caress it and it sends sensations through me.
He blinks and I’m wondering if I’m getting through, if he recognizes anything about me.
“Do you want to meet my wolf again? See if you recognize me now that I wear your mark?”
More growling. Deeper, louder growling.
