I don’t love that idea either, but I can’t come up with anything else in the moment.
“Want to have dinner with me?” I blurt out, and she blinks, her blue eyes widening in surprise.
“Um, I can’t.”
Panic fills me, all of those emotions amplified by my wolf also feeling them, and before I can think it through, I’m reaching for my handcuffs.
“Step out of the car.”
“What?” She asks in shock.
“Step out of the car,” I repeat, and she slowly does it.
I can tell that she’s in shock, and truthfully, so am I.
This is a terrible idea.
Do it!My wolf urges.
You’re a terrible influence.
She steps to the side, closing the driver’s side door, and I slide the first handcuff around her wrist.
“What the hell are you doing?!” She screams as I put the other handcuff on her wrist.
I can’t answer her. I’m too busy gritting my teeth. She’s closer to me like this, and her sweet scent is enveloping me.
“You can’t do this!” She argues, and I clear my throat.
“I have to.”
“Why?” She demands, but I can’t answer her.
I’m having a hard enough time keeping my wolf in check and holding myself back, too. Without a word, I turn and march her over to my patrol car and into the backseat.
This is bad.
We have our mate. This is a good thing,my wolf argues, and I groan as I tilt my head up and stare up at the darkening sky.
What the hell am I doing?
And what the hell do I do now?
THREE
Nori
I can’t believeI just got arrested.
For speeding!
I didn’t even think people could get arrested for speeding unless they were doing something completely reckless, like leading the police on a high-speed chase or going fifty miles over the limit. I glance around the small jail cell, the cold metal bars and dull gray walls reinforcing how surreal this all feels.
The sharp clink of the cell door locking jolts me out of my stupor, and I whirl around to glare at the man who arrested me.
The ridiculously handsome man who arrested me.
“You can’t do this,” I snap, trying to channel my mothers don’t-mess-with-me tone.