Page 32 of Dark Wolf Soul
He sets me on my feet, and I immediately lunge for the exit, but he blocks me, caging me in. Behind him, the elevator doors slide shut, and we begin to descend.
“You can come willingly, or I can tie you up and put you in the damned trunk again. The choice is yours.”
My heart races, and I’m suddenly very aware of our closeness—and the fact that I’m not wearing a bra beneath this thin shirt. My nipples harden, and I glance from his fiery glare to his full mouth hovering mere inches from mine.
“Lexi.”
The sound of him speaking my name sends a shudder through me. When I look up at him again, his eyes flash with something different than the fury I saw a moment ago. It reminds me of the way he watched me when I danced for him. For some reason, it’s enough to break the spell.
I clear my throat, looking away from him so I can get my bearings.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
He hesitates another moment and then, apparently satisfied, steps back. I cross my arms, partly from stubbornness and partly to hide the fact that my body clearly doesn’t understand the situation. Every square inch of my skin tingles even though every brain cell in my head screams at it to cut that shit out.
We finish the descent in silence.
Now that he’s not crowding me, I remember the gun he strapped to his body before we left. Immediately, my mind begins to conjure all the possible reasons a deadly wolf shifter might also need a gun. Or why we’re going out at three in the morning in the first place. Maybe they’ve decided against using me and are skipping right to the part where they get rid of me entirely. I try to shut out the images, but my brain is on a roll, and I can’t shake the idea that certain death awaits me.
Grey takes my arm as the elevator opens to the parking garage. I don’t fight him, but my steps are slow as I let him lead me out. Cool air hits me first. Then I catch sight of the two guards posted nearby, and I regret my clothing choice—not that I’ll let myself admit that now. Grey ignores the men as he leads me toward his car and opens the front passenger door.
He gestures at me. “Get in.”
“I get to ride up front this time?”
“You prefer the trunk?”
I sigh and get in.
He comes around and slides into the driver’s seat, the leather crunching as he settles in. The interior is cool, and I rub my arms against the late-night chill.
“Cold?” he asks.
I don’t answer.
He starts the car and immediately reaches over, turning up the heat and aiming all the vents at me. Then, he backs us out of the space and cruises toward the gated exit.
Outside the garage, the city is quiet. There are very few cars on the road, and again I’m struck by how peaceful the city feels at this hour. An illusion, I remind myself. All the bad guys are doing their evil deeds at home rather than on the street.
Glancing over at Grey’s set jaw and tense shoulders, I realize all but one is home.
When we stop at a red light, I eye the door handle, calculating how far I’d get if I made a run for it.
“This town is full of shifters, and all the humans know.”
His words startle me out of my crazy planning. I look over, and the minute our eyes meet, I know he’s read my thoughts.
“Why are you telling me that?” I ask.
“Because, as a human, I’m faster than you, but as a wolf, there’s nowhere you can hide that I won’t track you.”
“It’s dark as shit out there. How can you track me if you don’t see me?” I challenge.
His voice is husky as he says, “I’d know your scent anywhere in the world.”
I swallow hard and fix my gaze straight ahead. “Whatever.”
The light turns green, and he guns it, propelling us onward.
