not a werewolf. I didn’t have to listen to the savage beast inside me. And I
was not getting wrapped up with Jaxson Laurent. I plopped down on the
couch, tightly crossed my legs, and let the towel and shadows settle around
me.
With a click, Jaxson unlocked the door and swung it open.
Sam stepped in and cupped her hand to her mouth, covering a wide grin.
“What did I interrupt? It smells like a Brazilian steakhouse in here, and you
are a very rare steak, Savy!”
The scarlet drained from my hair and flooded across my face as my very
soul withered.
Oh. God.
I should have let the sorcerer kill me.
Sam clapped her hands, laughing. “Oh, shit, I am so, so sorry, you two.”
Jaxson closed the door behind her with a wry smile.
My neck burned with embarrassment and rage. Where had her enthusiasm
been when we’d kissed the last time? She’d ripped me a new one.
But I hadn’t been a werewolf then. Just a dirty, expendable LaSalle. Now
I was some sort of half-breed. Did that really make things better?
Sam gave me a wicked grin and waved the spare clothes at me. “Are you
sure you still need these? Should I come back later?”
“Cool it, Sam,” Jaxson growled. “We’re in fucking trouble, and we need
a plan.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I was just excited because you seem to be embracing
the m—”
Jaxson gave Sam a look that practically made the walls of the penthouse
shake. My skin chilled as his power washed over us both, and I was certain
the temperature had dropped twenty degrees.
She shrank back. “Right. Sorry.”
What the hell had that been about?
Clearly, I didn’t understand a fucking thing about these wolves.