Page 67 of Bruised MC Bear
“No problem. Do you need help?”
“Got them all. I should be okay.”
“I’ll come in. What do you look like?”
“Long black hair, blue eyes, denim jeans and a light grey shirt. You?”
“Dark hair, grey eyes, navy suit, white shirt.”
“Okay. Wait, I still have to take my bags through the last checkpoint. See you there?”
“Sure.”
“Look for the girl with too much luggage.”
I was surprised that the customs officer didn’t give me a hard time for all the stuff in my cart. It looked like I lived out of it at the moment. I got a bigger shock when I saw Vincent standing outside. I didn’t have to guess who he was. He was the only man fitting the description he’s just given me. And God, he stood out from the crowd. Tall, handsome, wide shoulders, imposing, light eyes, light skin, and yet dark somehow. All that thick dark hair smoothed back. And those grey eyes. Even in the distance, I made out a keen, predatory expression. I absently bit the inside of my cheek and tasted a prick of blood. Why was I nervous all of a sudden?
He came up the ramp to help me with my things.
“Sonya?” he asked, reaching out his hand to greet me. “I’m Vincent Belmont.”
“Hi, it’s nice to—” I froze. I didn’t finish my sentence, and I didn’t shake his hand. Something clawed at me from inside my chest, sending my wolf on high alert. The light around him seemed to shiver like a mirage in the desert heat.
Vincent was no regular human.
He was not human at all.
God, I was so confused. All this lack of sleep didn’t help my clarity, either.
“What the hell are you?” I demanded right from my spot in the middle of the very public terminal.
