Page 84 of Savage Hunter

Polaris’ smile lifts with genuine humor. “I figured you would say something like that.” I turn to follow her but a large hand on my upper arm whirls me around. “Where are you going? I’ll escort you. This place isn’t safe.”

The protector in him has the hackles raised. I take in his pinched scowl and the thin line of his lips. And with that one tortured look I am thrown right back into the past I have no hope of ever escaping. Something about this place has him on edge and I should take heed. My senses go on high alert.

“We are only going down one level. We won’t be going onto the main floor,” Polaris explains which has his grip loosening.

He gives a stiff nod. “Okay.”

But his brain and his hand are not on the same page. Wolfe doesn’t seem to want to let me go when Polaris tries to pull me back to the elevator again.

Polaris puts a patient hand on Wolfe’s shoulder. “I won’t let anything happen to her, Wolfe.”

He doesn’t budge. Worry pours from him.

It takes a kiss before he releases my arm. “A shower, hopefully clean panties and then I will be right back. Okay? I know we have a lot to do.”

“I’ll come for you.”

I believe the dark promises in his eyes. I’m tempted to tell him to come with me. We can shower together, but the looks from Ares and Reaper say they need him.

“Go, do what you have to do. I will be fine.” I look over his shoulder as all the other Savages come in from the opposite side of the office. Only Rage is missing.

Silence feels the elevator ride down a level. Polaris looks like she wants all the dirty details, but she holds back. Thank God, too. I don’t know what I would say if she asked about how we met or anything else normal couples would have answers for.

She leaves me in room three-twenty with the promise to bring food. I’m not hungry but the shower beacons. I strip off the shorts, undergarments and my shirt. There’s a place behind the bathroom door for soiled laundry. Not good enough. I stuff the shirt and the shorts in the trash. They smell of smoke and every time I see that shirt I will remember Brutus. No thanks.

Fifteen minutes later I am showered, smelling like lavender and honey and have clean clothes—jeans, half-high boots and a cream silk blouse with tiny buttons up the back. Bless Nova and her sense of style. Another time in my life, I’d go for the high end clothing. I put the blouse on a hanger and opt for the second option.

Finishing the last touches on my hair, I take a second to apply some mascara and a coating of gloss in a small makeup bag I find with the clothing.

There’s a knock on the door, and I open to find Wolfe leaning against the frame.

He takes his time drinking in my body from the tips of my boots to the ends of the rebel hair already pulling free of the side braid I tried taming them into. He cracks a smile at my shirt. It’s not as elegant as the silk option, but I have no need for elegance and class where we are going. More like tactical.

“I like it.” He traces the glittery wolf and the wordhowling for youin a pretty script font beneath it.

“Yeah, I don’t know whose idea it was but I have a feeling Nova called ahead for Polaris to find this one. Ares doesn’t know it but he’s lucky those two don’t live under the same roof.”

Not much misses Nova’s eye. The moment she witnessed Wolfe on his knees in front of me the day before yesterday, she knew. Even if she didn’t know the intricate details of our history, she knew there was a connection between Wolfe and myself.

Has it only been two days?

I send up a silent prayer for Nova and hope she is okay.

I move back so Wolfe can enter. “Did you not trust me to find my way back to you?”

His guttural growl is primal. Possessive. His lips crash into mine, hungry and he is one hundred percent ignoring what I said.

He steps into the room, and with him, he brings a sense of urgency.

“I told you I would come find you.”

“And you just happen to know I was ready?” I close the door behind him and follow him into the middle of the suite. There’s a large bed through the door to my left and the other leads to the enormous marble bathroom. Everything is either red, black or white. Except the light. It’s dimmed to a low burn. It casts Wolfe in an eerie burst of shadows offset by a brushing of gold.

He’s freshly showered and looks like he’s decked out for war.

I draw his scent into my lungs and close my eyes. I know what is coming but I want to focus on the good for a moment.

I inhale deeply. The first hit of his cologne is mind-warping. Not overwhelming. Clean, masculine.

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