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“You said her name was Morgan?” he asked.

I nodded. Just looking at her image formed a lump in my throat. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out.

“I’ll look for her,” he said.

Out of everything he could have said, I hadn’t expected that. I stared at him, certain I had heard him wrong. “What?”

“I’ll look for her. And if I find her, I’ll do what I can to bring her back,” he repeated.

My mouth opened and closed, words refusing to come out as I continued to gape at him. He raised an eyebrow, one edge of his lip quirking up in amusement.

“You look surprised,” he remarked.

“I am,” I admitted without thinking. I closed my eyes, grimacing slightly. “Sorry, I mean I’m happy. Relieved. But… why?”

Will looked genuinely confused. “Because it’s the right thing to do? And she’s your sister?”

I tried to keep my jaw set, even as I thawed a little toward him. I had learned not to trust altruism, so even though he seemed sincere, I didn’t say anything. I just waited for him to continue, for that other shoe to drop.

He must have read my mind because he gave a short half-laugh. “Don’t worry. It also helps me,” he said. “If she does work for Cain now, I can use that information when it comes time to take him down. And if I’m able to get him away from her, she’ll probably have a ton of valuable information I could use.”

Right. There it was. Weirdly enough, that actually made me feel a little better. If he had his own reasons for wanting to save Morgan, I felt like I could trust him more. He would put more effort into saving her if he were getting something out of it.

“If you do manage to get her, you’ll keep her safe, right?” I asked, deciding to trust him almost without realizing it.

He stepped forward, his hand going to my arm, sending shivers radiating through me. He looked me in the eye, and I could have drowned in the blue of his eyes.

“The instant I find a way to get her out of there, I’m going to bring her straight here,” he promised. “She’ll be safe, and the two of you will be back together.”

The lump forming in my throat made it hard to swallow as my head continued to swim, a dirge of emotions swarming over me. Morgan had a chance. There was a chance I could see her again.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him, holding myself tight against him. He paused for the briefest moment, startled. Then strong arms enveloped me.

We stayed like that for I didn’t know how long. I nuzzled myself against his chest, drowning in his scent as my wolf growled in contentment, happy that she was next to this wolf. I tightened my grip, and he tightened his in response. My stomach lurched. It would be so easy for him to bend down, for his lips to brush against mine, and—

Sanity slammed me back to reality. What the hell was I doing? This was the man who had bought me. How much could I really trust him? Did I even have a choice in the matter? What if this was all a pretense and he was exactly who I thought he was?

This was a mistake. Even if he agreed to help Morgan, that didn’t mean I could trust him. I couldn’t let him in. I’d made the mistake of trusting people before. I couldn’t do it again, no matter how nice he seemed, no matter how strangely drawn to him I was.

I stepped away from him, though my wolf didn’t want me to. His hands slipped away from me, and I suddenly felt oddly cold. Despite myself, I wanted his arms around me once more. I wanted more, craved more.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t stay near him. The longer I stayed this close, the harder it was for me to not touch him, to not pull him against me.

“I’ve got to go,” I muttered, then hurried up the stairs and disappeared, trying to push all thoughts of Will out of my head.

Chapter 10 - Will

A knock on the door rattled the frame. A second barrage of pounding followed the first before I had even gotten halfway down the hall. I considered turning and walking away, pretending none of us were home. Except based on the insistence of the knock, I doubted he would care. So, with some trepidation, I opened the door, revealing a massive figure with a black eye and a busted lip glaring down at me. Pierce. The guy from the fighting pits.

“Remember me?” he growled.

I craned my neck so I was looking up at him. Even for a shifter, he was tall. I tilted my head as if genuinely trying to place his face.

“Vaguely,” I said. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, though, so maybe you can enlighten me as to why you’re bothering me after I kicked your ass and let you live?”

Pierce snarled, the growl so deep that it felt like the street below our feet reverberated with the sound.

“You better watch it, asshole,” he said. His eyes flicked behind me, and the scowl deepened at whatever he saw, though there was something that might have also been unease. I realized why when Nolan and Chris appeared behind me, on either side of me.

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