Page 17 of Enthrall Shadows
My body ached as the memories swirled.
No one can hurt me.
Not now.
And never again.
She must have read my expression. “You’re safe,” she said softly.
An uncanny gift, not unlike Cameron’s.
She’d clearly been trained to decipher people’s thoughts and moods.
I walked across the room, trying to distract myself from this enigmatic woman. “What’s this for?” I picked up a small, spiked wheel.
Lotte came over to me and took the item out of my hand. “A Wartenberg pinwheel.”
“What do you do with it?”
“May I?”
“Sure.”
She nudged my jacket aside to reveal more of my shirt and rested the pinwheel against my chest, and then rolled the spikes over my pecs, causing a jolting sensation in my nipple.
I didn’t flinch.
Wasn’t going to give her the pleasure of trying to shock me. Even if this felt agreeably arousing.
I arched a brow, amused.
She studied me. “I thought you might be open-minded.”
“I’m not like my brother, if that’s what you mean.”
She patted my chest. “You look similar.”
“That’s where the similarities end.”
“You’re more ruggedly handsome.”
“Broke my nose playing rugby for the Navy.”
She studied my face. “I can’t see where.”
“Plastic surgery. My Navy buddies got a huge kick out of that.”
“Was it frowned upon?”
“It’s not exactly a warrior move.”
“But it is a privileged one.”
God,this brash woman didn’t care to say what she was thinking.
I found it surprisingly refreshing.
Usually, the moment someone discovered I was a Cole, they began to act differently.
