Hello, woman. How are you doing?I realize the voice speaking to me from next me and not some other woman way too late.After removing my hands, I blush at the few inches that separate my face from the car's wheels. I swallow forcefully, turn towards where I heard the male speak, and blush once more when I see the small group of onlookers staring at me from the pavement.The car door opens with a groan. "Hey? She's fine, right? A loud voice shouts.The voice next to me responds, "Yeah," in the same tone. "As pure as a sheet."She appeared out of nowhere, sh*t. There for a moment, then elsewhere. The loud man's voice falters.A woman in a red parka approaches with a worried expression on her face. But in her rear...I jerk myself to my feet and dash forward, weaving between the traffic I've stopped on one side of the street. On the other hand, I narrowly miss being screamed past by a matte-black sports car, which causes my hair to fly around. As I run across the moving automobiles, I h
The man shoves the girl behind him and grinned at me. He was a husky-looking blonde who must have played football before his muscle faded to drooping fat. "Leave the fuck here," was said.I turn around and run down the street without knowing where I'm going; all I know is that I have to keep moving until the world stops being as terrible as it is right now.Then perhaps I'll stop.Or I could just keep running indefinitely.I dash across a street, passing by the pubs and restaurants as I pursue the pulsating bass from a bar or club that must be on one of the side streets. Townhouses blur in front of me.Many people look at me. women with life-threatening amounts of perfume, tight clothes, and high heels. I'm travelling too quickly, so instead of making me sneeze as I should, the aroma just piques my nostrils. Men admire the women while puffing on cigarettes. However, not everyone is out tonight to party.Some people walk slowly, with their backs rounded, eyelids drooping, and plastic b
I reach my hand into my other pocket while I attempt to smile at the glum cashier who is staring at me with an unblinking gaze.Is something wrong? As I frantically search for something that is suddenly gone, the cashier asks with a faint line on his lips.I lie, "No issue." That's when I remember the man because I'm trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament without making a mess of things.The wallet was stuffed inside my pocket.Fact.I might have been groggy following what happened to Simon, but I was in possession of the wallet on the bus. Before I lost all concept of time, it banged against my leg as I sat down in my seat. But I did.I no longer do.It couldn't have slipped out while I was jogging; the pockets are deep enough. I have not allowed anyone to approach me. the only bus driver. And the man who was standing outside the supermarket.He stepped outside just as I was lunging for him, and I bounced off him. He must have known that I couldn't have stopped in ti
My laughter reverberates in a street that is almost deserted. Everyone must be having dinner with pals or sprawled out on the couch with a drink of wine. "Yeah, that's really nice of you to want to help."He halts walking.I proceed two more steps before having to stop due to some need or perhaps just plain guilt. Simply grab your limes and leave. I'm OK without support."I have a feeling you do," Although he is quiet, there is a tone in his voice that causes me to turn around."I don't."As he observes me, his hazel eyes are steady. All I want is that. to assist. Have you never felt a pull towards someone?My thoughts take me back to two years ago, when a man extended his hand to me and said, "I'm your heart." It was the largest error I've ever made, and I don't intend to repeat it. "Yes. I did, and as a result, I suffered in hell for two years.His wonderfully smooth brow is furrowed by his frown. "What?"I slap my forehead. "Nothing."My long hair falls over my shoulders as a resul
Relief erupts through me.He's a person. Just an ordinary person.I spit out. "Has to be a useful skill.""It might be. Come on, now. I'll give you a tour of the hounds. Before I can tell him that I don't want to be introduced to anyone, least of all the owners of a pub, he turns and stalks into the establishment.Then, are there three hounds? Considering the three heads? In his wake, I inquire.He is not too far along. Several steps inside. I saw by looking at him that he wasn't listening. I spoke loud enough for him to hear, but he must have been distracted by something else.I kept my eyes on him to see what it was. My eyes flit over the rows of black leather booths that flank one wall and the cluster of tables and chairs next to the fairly empty dance floor since, as far as I can tell, people don't go out to clubs until much later than the time it is right now. While holding what appear to be fruity cocktails, two girls in short dresses spend more time chatting in each other's ear
I set my drink on the end of the couch and, while keeping my eyes on Finn, pulled out a little bundle of money from my pocket fling it in the girl's general direction. "Go. Your assistance is no longer needed.We don't look away from one other as the female pulls the cash off the floor while cursing. As she flaunts off to find another guy who won't mind half-assed paint-by-numbers lap dances by easily forgettable blondes with fake tits, she swears some more."Jade, why did you bring them here? You are aware that all it does is start an argument.I don't answer since it should be as evident to him as it is to me. Just get my glass, please.He exhales. "Jade, there's more to life than just booze and girls."My grin is both big and vacant. Could you please explain what that is and whether it is present in your office with you?I'm not running away."Then tell me when you last had a woman by your side. No, tell me when you last allowed a woman to touch you.His normally distant and unread
"Dan, speak. What does it mean that she is the one? During our sessions, Finn invariably leans back in the black leather recliner behind his desk.Not that many of those have occurred recently.Jade has sat down next to the whisky decanter, looking more like a brawler than normal in his black t-shirt and torn pants. Another possibility is that he has even shorter brown hair, and the dark circles around his grey eyes indicate that he has been drinking and fucking more than normal. The loss of weight is nothing new, but sleep deprivation is a concern. Not to me, but to the person who sees the chiseled man and immediately tries to initiate a fight.He doesn't drink, though. Yet. clutching only his glass. He can have a bored look in his eyes. Even though he appears uninterested, his grasp on the crystal glass is a touch too strong for him to be as at ease as he appears to be. He shares Finn's curiosity about the girl I've named Lily. He's simply better at concealing it.I fix my attention
I'm not sure why, but I don't want to run away because he took me to his largely deserted flat, which is ten minutes away from the pub.I mutter, "You look sad," reaching for the photo before I can stop myself. "You everyone. Your eyes show it to me.He gives me a quick look. I feel him do it, but I can't take my eyes off the image of the three men who seem to be calling to me. "We are grinning. Laughing."I recall all the times I laughed at something Felix, Nathan, or any of the other people Darius assigned me to for the evening said. I can't imagine why I'd do it. Maybe I believed that if I did, I could persuade myself that I wasn't dreaming. "That means nothing at all. Just that they have a good sense of humour.I look over at him after he hasn't spoken for a while, and I'm not surprised to see him looking at me. The question is, "Doesn't it?"I lower my hand from the image and make fists in order to resist the need to touch it once more. "No."I almost believe he is going to tell
Also, if you bite Dan already and someone asks you to fill up the release paperwork at the door, well.I mumble, "We might not get him out of the hospital before he shifts.""Regular individuals don't just heal themselves; he'll start healing himself. Finn adds, turning away from me, "If we stay, we expose ourselves in addition to him.If there was one rule in Fight Club, it would be that no one should be aware that shifters exist. The government would eliminate them all if people were aware of them and what they were capable of.When Darius informed me that certain disparities are so great that people would turn against you if they understood what they were, I felt like he was exaggerating. There is nothing you could do or say that would ever lead them to believe you are anything other than a threat that has to be eliminated.Until I recalled my school days following Mom's death and my transformation into the girl with the drunken father. I changed and evolved. Something to be mocked
"They're far too violent for you," he explained. "Bed. "Let's go, squirt." He'd discovered me after I'd snuck down the stairs to peer through the bannisters at the TV."But the men take too long to fall down and sometimes they grab the wrong place on their front, so they can't be dead." I let out a sigh.As he carried me back up to bed, he chuckled. "Waiting too long to fall, huh?" How long have you been looking?"I denied ever seeing anything. He snorted at my obvious deception, kissed the top of my head, put me into bed, and then told me a tale."You sound like you might be smiling, angel," Jade adds, restoring my attention to the present."Well, I'm not," I tell myself. "You're just hearing things."He sighs once more, brings me in closer, and inhales. "Fuck, angel, I thought we'd lost you today."They should have discovered my body in the attic.Darius lost his cool over little matters such as the white wine at dinner not being cold enough. He'd lash out at one of his packmates fo
If this surgeon is still sniffing about Amanda once Dan is better, it will be the last thing he does."You're quiet," Finn remarks as we come to a halt in front of the vending machine, releasing my arm."Please tell me you're not working out how to kill the doctor and get away with it."I cast a casual glance at the machine. I'm not interested in crappy coffee or tea. My eyes widen when I see peppermint tea.Amanda could use one of them. Also, sleep. She appeared weary, with black bags under her eyes. Still lovely, but ready to go."I'm thinking," I say quietly.The second Amanda turns her back, she plans on tearing the good surgeon apart.Finn rummages in his pocket with his hand. "I repeat myself. Please don't tell me you're plotting the doctor's demise."I cast a peek across at him. He must have just realised that the only things we stopped to get before following the ambulance to the hospital were his clothing and vehicle keys. We weren't planning on getting cash for the vending m
I examine him again, unsure if I should believe that smile—or him. "That you were a decent guy in spite of it."He laughs from the bottom of his heart, throwing his head back. All unaffected and... genuine. It makes me want to laugh along with him just to see how it feels. "I will most definitely need to have words with Olivia."I cock my head, forgetting about the desire to scream for Jade to return. "Words? Is that a polite way of saying—""No euphemism." He wriggles his fingers again as if requesting permission.After a little moment, I nod once, and he takes a step forward.He's so near that the tip of my nose brushes against his chest as my knees kiss his thighs. I can't help but inhale his aroma.He smells better than I'd imagine a surgeon to smell just after surgery. Clean, with a woodsy note that might nearly be cologne."While one or two doctors in this hospital have married nurses, I have no plans for the lovely Olivia," he adds as he begins his inspection.How on earth did
"Despite its miraculous abilities, the heart is a delicate thing." There's a reason we have ribs to defend ourselves." He lowers his voice and frowns. "I know what injured your guy and brought him here. He was fortunate to have survived."Most individuals would not survive a wolf attack, in my opinion.Harley pauses for a beat as if waiting for an explanation. Nobody offers one.When he doesn't receive one, he keeps going. "With all of the damage we discovered in surgery, his recovery will be a long process, and there will be complications." I'm here to go over some of the upcoming events in the following days, weeks, and months."My fingers tighten in Jade's sweatpants as all my anxiety returns. "Months?""His heart stopped on the operating table, Jane." He stops and looks at her. "Twice."My mouth is parched. "However, you were able to save him?"Harley gives a single nod. "We have a great team in this hospital.""What complications can we anticipate?" Jade asks, less hostilely than
"Dan had died. Exactly like me. "I think the door hit us." I blink, and I'm back in the attic, watching Dan scramble for the rifle as a wolf rushes at him. "I thought I was going to watch Darius rip out his throat like—" I swallow my words.Nathan did the same thing to Simon Trevor.Simon was one of those rare treasures that a girl couldn't believe existed. A truly kind person. Someone who refused to assist me because he desired something in return. But he did it because he could. He did exactly that. And he paid with his life.I try again, clearing my throat. "I believe he wanted to make Dan suffer as much as he wanted to make me suffer." He cut Dan's breast open before leaping out the upstairs window."But not before he murmured the eight words into my ear that will haunt me for the rest of my life."You belong to no one but me, Amanda."Finn gives a blink. "He didn't take you."My head shakes. "Like I said, he likes to punish people."Finn cocks his head, his gaze narrowing. "You k
We tripped over each other to follow as they rushed him out of the attic, the house, and finally into a flashing ambulance waiting outside.“Sorry, no room,” they said when we moved to follow.None of us dared argue. Not when Dan’s heart could stop again any second.So we let the bland-faced EMTs who’d shocked Dan’s heart into beating call out a hasty direction for the hospital, slam the door shut, and then they were just…gone.A hand closes high on my right arm.I startle, whipping my head that way."Angel?” Jade’s gray eyes search my face as I search his.Dan once said he looked like a brawler, and he does. I study him, taking my time. Shaved dark hair. Intent gray eyes which dare you to look away first. A nose with a tiny bump on the slope from a break that didn’t heal right. His raw strength makes me feel stronger in a way that shouldn’t make sense, yet it does.“He’s a fighter. Like you. Like all of us. He will survive this.”I wish I could believe you.“Darius is a killer.” I an
On my left, there is some movement.With a snarl, I spin around, swiping my claw at a wolf with a piercing blue gaze who hisses in agony and bounds back, the copper tang of his blood strong in the air.Behind.I'm not sure if that was my warning or my wolf's.It makes no difference.We've already whirled around to confront the danger.The door behind me means I'm not in danger of injuring anybody who matters anything to me, so I stop battling my wolf the way I've been doing for years and start fighting with him.And our adversaries perish one by one beneath our jaws and claws.It makes no difference that others are rushing into the room, assaulting in pairs, one at a moment.It makes no difference if they pierce my flesh with their fangs or cut open my back with their claws.All that matters is that they perish.The floor is slippery with my adversary's and my own blood, but the pain is a distant second—or is it third?—to the wrath erupting within me.Then it's only me, my breathing r
"What makes breathing so important?" I inquire, disregarding the aching in my left arm. It's only been a minute, yet I'm already trying to stay up."You could have lined up the most perfect shot in the world, but what if you get excited and your breathing changes?"I thought for a moment, but I didn't have a response for him. "No."He takes two deep, leisurely breaths. But his third breath is a bit faster, and the cannon slips to the left by about half an inch. "Did you notice that?"I nod. "Breathing made you move.""Move it just enough to throw off your shot." With a body shot, you can get away with it, but with a headshot, you can miss it entirely. "Calm and control will save the day here.""Are you not angry?" I inquire, intrigued by this aspect of Dan. I had no clue he knew how to shoot, much alone be so enthusiastic about it."There is a time for rage." Isn't it when you have a pistol in your hand?" He softly presses down on my finger. "This is exactly how it should feel. Breath