Page 9 of Rehabbing the Beast
The temperature dropped about ten degrees in a matter of seconds, and every one of them stiffened. If Seth thought Fergus’s eyes were hard before, they were now pure ice and venom.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he hissed, moving back to shut the door.
“Please,” Seth said through clenched teeth. It was against his nature to ask twice, but when it came to Quinn, he was finding there was little he would not do. “If you could just tell me where I might—”
“Don’t know, don’t care.” Those were Fergus’s final words before the door slammed in Seth’s face.
Seth stared at the door for a moment as he debated whether or not he should kick the fucker in and demand a more suitable response to his determinedly polite query. Then an image of Quinn appeared in his head, looking at him with those soft gray eyes and he knew instinctively she wouldn’t want him to do that. She wouldn’t want him here at all. And now he understood exactly why.
He turned on his heel and walked away, something he wouldn’t ever have considered doing a few months ago. That alone told him that Quinn had somehow gotten deep inside him and changed him.
It made it all the more imperative that he find her.
