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Soon she would learn the answer to her question.

Only then would the stunning woman with the inquiring mind learn that awakening a monster had consequences.

On that amazing day, the full extent of my darkness would be revealed.

And on that day, my Lady Butterfly would become mine.

Forever.

CHAPTER15

Cassandra

“I’m watching you, Lady Butterfly. Do you see me? Do you feel me? Soon, you’ll belong to me.”

The whisper was jarring, but almost instantly I knew it wasn’t real.

Or was it?

My mind was ravaged with strange thoughts, my bedroom filled with his scent. Had he been in my house? I’d awakened in the dark, certain I felt him. The crackle of electricity had been unmistakable. Yet as I’d crept downstairs, searching every corner of my house, nothing had seemed amiss.

Had I been dreaming about him?

Had I just been hungering for him?

It was as if I was seeing the wolf’s face everywhere I turned. In every shadow. In every corner of my home. At least my rational mind was still in place, the inner voice reminding me that with every horrible detail I’d read about the case against Cain Demarco, I’d relived a brief moment of every woman’s murder. That’s what made me a damn good prosecutor.

But I was ready to lose my mind, the visions occurring more frequently.

“This is incredible,” Josie whispered from beside me as we walked into the room.

I barely heard her, my concentration toppled.

“There’s nothing like a bachelor auction to jazz up an evening,” Penny said, her laughter bouncing off my eardrums.

In my warped mind, there were dozens of questions about why the children had been dumped into a system then shoved under a huge rug. Who would do that shit to babies?

Still, before I felt comfortable enough to sit down, I scanned the room. Since leaving the hunt, I’d been certain on at least three occasions I was being watched.

Followed.

Or in legal terms, being stalked.

I took several deep breaths, almost certain eyes were on me. God. I’d been a bundle of nerves since the hunt a couple of nights before, sleep evading me. I could still feel the wolf’s hands on me. Except he wasn’t a creature of the night. Or so I believed.

Even as intoxicating as the night and the hunt had been, the feeling my privacy had been invaded provided an entirely different backdrop. I scanned the room again, doing my best to shove aside my concerns. This was my night off, a chance to embrace being young and single.

Yeah, right.

Of course after searching the area, nothing had corroborated the tension I’d felt or the shivers I’d experienced. My rational mind that had been with me through college and every brutal legal case insisted I was simply reeling from the rush of adrenaline I’d felt.

But the darkness in my mind was reminding me every few hours the werewolf had promised he’d come for me.

What had he meant when the time was right?

I closed my eyes and finally eased onto the plush chair, sucking in my breath to calm my nerves.

What if he’s here? What if the time is right?

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