eyes. “I don’t like people looking at you.”
Fire blazed through me, and heat flowed between my legs. He seemed
like he was about to throw me over his shoulder or down on the ground. It
was bullshit. But I liked it.
“I’m not your property.”
He turned and kept walking.
I was about to let him have it when we reached the Viper. My pulse
quickened.
In a way, the woman was responsible for all the shit that had befallen me
since I left Belmont.
Pain ripped through my fingers as my claws slid out. I bit down on my lip
and hid my hands behind my back as I fought to get control. Unfortunately,
my limited technique for that amounted to thinking about how I would rub
my fingers all over Jaxson’s naked body.
Being a werewolf was really fucking with my emotions.
The Viper buried her face further in her book as we approached. It had a
white cover with the tiny red face of a cat. I craned my neck to catch the title
— The Cats of Ulthar. Never heard of it.
“May we sit?” Jaxson asked, his voice low.
The woman didn’t bother looking up. “I don’t know you.”
He sat down across from her. “Then you’ve been lucky. But as it so
happens, we know your friend the Ripper, and he had some interesting things
to say.”
She snapped the book shut and glared. “I don’t know you, I don’t know
him, and whatever you’ve heard is total bullshit, so get lost.”
“Funny. I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you in the Underground, and
everything he said checks out. You were supposed to help him and another
convict get out of town when Bentham was breached.”
“Nope. I had nothing to do with that.” She grabbed her pocketbook and
rose to leave.