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Hot, Hard & Howling
He should be sharing it with the Council, but he needed to get back to Nell as soon
as possible. He couldn’t protect her while he was sitting on his thumbs protecting a
crime scene or in front of the Council sharing evidence.
The smell was getting to him. He stepped outside and locked the door behind him.
He paced the length of the room along the walkway.
He should have never left her alone after the initial attack. And he certainly
shouldn’t have hurt her the way he had in the park. He ran his fingers through his thick
hair. Damn his genetics. He closed his eyes and remembered how she felt in his arms,
the smell of her skin as she rode him on that swing. He growled.
He knew if he gave in he’d go insane with wanting her. He’d always wanted her. It
would be harder now. Now that she carried some of his blood, now that he had been
inside her, felt her, loved her, Trent could no longer suppress his feelings. But he had to
try. Had to push her away, make her leave town again, make her not want him, even
hate him if that’s what it took. He could live with her hating him, but he’d never be able
to live with himself if he killed her.
And he would. Like his father had done to his mother, and his father before him.
The burning jealousy, the Alpha temperament and the history was all the evidence he
needed. His nature would not allow a normal life with a mate. The cycle would stop
with him.
He ceased his pacing and banged his head against the metal door of the cheap
motel room. “Get your head straight.” There had been a serious attempt on Nell’s life.
He needed to concentrate on that. If he kept his mind on the job, he’d be okay. He’d
discovered the who, now he needed the why. Crey had spun a spell that had possessed a
human and tainted his blood. The Sorcerer was still out there. This guy was no simple
lowlife, as Carson had said.
Trent glanced at his watch. Twenty more minutes.
* * * * *
With her reading glasses teetering on the end of her nose, Mi-ma inspected the box
again. She carefully turned it this way and that, tapping here and there with the pad of
her middle finger, listening to the sound of the wood as she went. They all watched
without interrupting. All the granddaughters were tense, leaning forward at the long
dining room table, waiting for a verdict. The only sound in the room was their
grandmother’s gentle tapping and the ticking of the kitchen clock.
She lowered the box as if she was going to speak…
And the doorbell rang. All four women jumped, Trina screamed and a sudden rush
of adrenaline washed through Nell, making her heart pound and her toes tingle. She so
loved that rush.
They all sat silent for a moment before Mi-ma burst out laughing.
“Who the heck is that?” Sonja asked.
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