Page 31 of Dark Wolf Soul
There’s a pause and a snort, and I realize the chime I heard must have been his phone because whoever he’s talking to is clearly not in the room with him.
“Yeah, keep him there. I’m on my way.”
His response sends me scooting backward, but a second later, his bedroom door flies open. Grey frowns at the sight of me, and I regret putting on the large shirt and oversized shorts he gave me to sleep in. It’s the only change of clothes I’ve been provided, and they smell like him, which only makes it worse. But the only other option was sleeping in the clothes I came here in, which are beyond gross at this point.
“What are you doing up?” he asks.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He brushes past me. “Just as well,” he says over his shoulder as he starts down the hall toward the kitchen. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”
I glare at his retreating back. “I am dressed,” I say dryly, “Since I currently only own the clothes I arrived in and they’re gross.”
He stops and turns back, blinking as if he’s only just now realized this fact.
I cross my arms.
“Wait here.”
He disappears into his bedroom and returns a moment later with a pair of sweatpants.
“Put these on.”
“No.”
His jaw tightens. “We don’t have time for this. Put them on, and let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
He hisses out a breath between clenched teeth. “There was supposed to be a supply delivery before you arrived, but it was delayed. I’ll have some clothes brought in for you soon. For now, I need you to wear these or put your own clothes back on.”
Without waiting for my response, he disappears around the corner toward the living room, and I follow, fully intending on arguing further. He might have kidnapped me, but I refuse to comply with his every wish. I round the corner just in time to see him emerge from a storage closet near the elevator. He’s lifted his shirt, revealing abs that make my mouth go suddenly dry so he can tuck a gun into a holster he’s strapped across his ribs.
He looks up, and I realize I’ve just been caught staring.
Swallowing hard, I look away. “What’s that for?”
“Hopefully nothing.” He stares at me. “Put on the pants, Lexi.”
I lift my chin. “No, thanks. I’ll wear this.”
He stares at me for a long moment then turns for the elevator. “Fine.”
He pushes the call button. The door opens, and he looks back at me pointedly.
“Get in.”
I cross my arms. “No.”
He glares at me, but I don’t move. Fuck him and his orders. As much as I want out of this tower, I’m not sure where we’re going is any safer.
“Lexi,” he warns, but I shake my head.
“I’m not going to let you order me—”
He closes the distance and grabs me, slinging me over his shoulder before I can get away. I shriek, pounding my fists against his back as he carries me onto the elevator.
“Let me go!”
