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“Me again.”
He stalked toward me with his boots heavy on the pavement.“Didn’t I tell you to walk away?”
“Yes,” I said.My voice came out steadier than I felt.“And didn’t I tell you I wasn’t going to?”
Something dark flickered in his eyes.He stopped close enough that I had to tip my head back to see him.Close enough that the heat rolling off him mixed with the smell of leather and motor oil.
“You don’t quit, do you?”he asked.
“Not when it comes to my brother.”
For a second, silence stretched.Then he moved fast.One hand slammed against the wall behind me and pinned me in place.His body loomed over mine, and his shadow swallowed me whole.
My breath caught, but I forced myself not to flinch.
“You think this is a game?”he growled, so close I felt the rumble in his chest vibrate through me.“You keep chasing this, it’ll end with you in a shallow grave.That what you want?”
“No.”My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break my ribs.“What I want is the truth.”
His eyes burned into mine, sharp and cold, but beneath the steel, I thought I saw something else.Something conflicted.
“I don’t owe you shit,” he said finally, but his voice wasn’t as sure as before.
“Then why are you so mad to see me?”I shot back.“Why not just ignore me?”
That landed.His jaw tightened, and for the first time, he didn’t have an answer ready.
The world seemed to narrow until it was just him and me.The thud of my pulse in my ears.The smell of his cologne, which was woodsy and dark, clung to him like smoke.His hand was still on the wall beside me, and his chest brushed mine with every breath.
For one terrifying, intoxicating second, I thought he might kiss me.
Instead, he pushed off the wall and stepped back like I’d burned him.
“Stay the hell out of my way, Demi,” he snapped and turned back toward the shop.
But I’d seen it.
The hesitation.
The flicker of something more than indifference.
He was hiding something.And I was going to dig until I found it.
Chapter Five
Werewolf
The ride back to the clubhouse should’ve cleared my head.That’s usually what the road did.Wind in my face, asphalt humming under two wheels, and the roar of the bike drowning out everything else.
Not tonight.
Tonight, every time I blinked, I saw her face.
Demi Cross.
The stubborn little thing who refused to run when I backed her against a wall.Who looked me dead in the eye when I told her she’d end up in the ground if she kept pushing.
She wasn’t scared enough.And it was going to get her killed.
