Page 13 of Saving Penny
Or did they?
Her eyes widened at her thoughts.
That picture!
Was that really his great grandfather, a few times removed, or was it him?
“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute,” he murmured as he rolled onto his back. His eyes remained closed as he threw his arms behind his head. He stretched slightly before relaxing back into the plush bed.
She pulled the down comforter over her naked body as she sat up against the headboard and took him in as the light of day peeked through the blinds.
“What is it?” he asked, finally opening his eyes to look at her.
“I was just thinking, after everything that’s happened between us in the past day, that I don’t even know where you’re from,” she stated, too chicken to really ask what she wanted.
“Liar,” he chuckled. She realized that this was the first time she had actually heard him laugh. Even though it was a slight chuckle, she loved the sound of it. “You’re a shitty liar.”
There it was again. His pronunciation was that of someone who was British.
“No, really. I do want to know where you’re from.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, curiosity getting the best of her.
“Manchester,” he answered, not taking his eyes off of her.
“How long have you been here in the U.S.?” she asked nervously, playing with the comforter. She knew that he was a Brit, but his accent was very faint.
She watched him warily as he sat up on his elbow, giving her his undivided attention.
“Penny, why don’t you just cut to the chase and ask me what you really want to ask.” His voice softened, as if noting her nervousness.
“What are you?” she whispered. His expression didn’t change as he stared at her. She was beginning to feel like an idiot. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe it was just a play of light on his teeth last night. Who was she to wonder about someone’s accent? Did that really matter? Maybe he didn’t want people to know that he was British—
“Penny.” Drake’s voice broke through her thoughts. She focused on him as he sat up against the headboard. Her eyes were drawn to his perfectly sculpted chest, and her thoughts were turning carnal, thinking of how it tasted. She licked her lips as the memory of his taste came to mind. “What do you think?”
She shook her head. This was crazy. He was probably leading her on, thinking she was a little touched in the head.
“Vampire,” she whispered, bracing for his laughter.
But it never came. She stared into his eyes and knew that his laughter would never come.
It was the truth.
“No, not a vampire.”
Her breath caught in her throat as confusion overcame her. If he wasn’t a vampire, then how did he have fangs? She was pretty sure she had felt—
Her eyes widened at the thought that came to mind. If he was not a vampire, but still had extremely sharp teeth, could that mean he was a shifter?
Did they exist?
Chapter 7
“What are you?”she asked, shaking her head.
Drake could see the fear creeping into Penny’s eyes. He cursed slightly as her body stiffened.
“I would never harm you,” he admitted softly. He didn’t want her to bolt in fear of him. He would have to tell her the truth. He didn’t want any secrets between them. “I’m a wolf shifter.”
“How is this possible?” she asked. She ran her hands around her neck, as if remembering him trailing his fangs along it last night. He reached out and grabbed her hands, intertwining their fingers together.
