Asher “Asher.” Cynthia was saying my name, trying to claim my attention. At any other moment, I would have been more than happy to give it to her. But right now, I was defending her from a threat, and that threat had yet to be neutralized. Cynthia smelled bitter, fearful. It pushed off of her
My heart jumped into my throat. If only I could pull her into my arms again. But then she turned from me. She walked to Lamar and he offered her his arm instead. She took it and they walked away. She watched me, looking back until they reached the door. Then she was gone, but the strong scent
“I can’t believe the nerve of that guy.” Lamar’s smile was shaky, his words unkind. “I’d always liked Asher before. He always seemed so smooth, like nothing could frazzle him. I never realized he’d be such a sore loser.” We sat in the ice cream parlor Lamar had suggested. The establishment itself
I’d only been in the room long enough to change into my pajamas when there was a knock on my door. I really hoped it wasn’t Lamar. I wasn’t prepared for a round two with him. The thought that it could be one of the investigators that Nurse Irene had talked about gave me pause. Would they have be
No one will take my family from me. I knew Asher couldn’t mean the words like they sounded. It had to be the wolf talking, and Asher’s wolf had always been confused about our relationship. But that didn’t make me any less happy to hear the words. It wasn’t the proper place or time for the emot
I awoke refreshed. The fear continued to linger, but it was pushed to the back of my mind, like white noise in a crowded room. I had classes today, so I changed and made my way to the classroom. Near the end of my second class, my phone buzzed in my purse. I had it set to only make noise if a me
For a long moment, I simply stared at Lamar, trying to make sense of his words. Asher attacked him? How could that be? Asher had promised me he would restrain his wolf and not attack Lamar. Lamar must have been able to see my doubt. His frown deepened. “I’m not making this up, Cynthia.” I wasn’t
That really wasn’t a good enough answer for me, but I smiled all the same, not wanting Lamar to know how unnerved I was by the whole thing. Lamar was the guy I was dating. He was the one who needed my support. Did it truly matter how I ended up here? What was important was that I did. Maybe I sh