Sunglasses at Night (Claws Clause 3)

ped her in a circle of diamonds, ready to sacrifice her in a dark magic ritual. Colt interfered, and he had his naked ass tossed from a sixth-story window when Priscilla turned on him.

What would she do now?

More importantly, how did she know?

“It wasn’t me.”

“Bullshit!”

“Adam?” Tabby came rushing back into the room, kneeling on her side of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

He waved at her, gesturing for her to keep it down. Catching his hint, she grabbed the covers, pulling it up so that he wasn’t distracted by her naked tits.

With Wolfe barking in his ears, he had barely noticed. For the first time since he met Tabby, sex was the furthest thing from his mind.

“I wouldn’t do that,” he finally ground out, shocked that Wolfe would even think so. Sure, they didn’t get along, but the one thing they had in common was a fondness for Evangeline. “Eva… I would never want anything to happen to her.”

“Then if it wasn’t you, it had to be the girl.”

“What? Tabby?” Her eyes widened at the sound of her name. He shook his head. “No. Why would you even think that?”

“Because she’s a slayer, Wright,” Wolfe snarled. “And you can never fucking trust a slayer.”

“She’s a slayer, but I know her. Tabby hunts the bad guys. She’d never put Eva at risk. And letting the pregnancy get out would be a huge one.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that? I spent months protecting my mate. No one outside of the pack knows she’s about to have a pup except you. So, I’ll tell you again, Wright, find out where the leak came from and fucking plug it.”

“I will.” Adam didn’t know what else to say. Between the growls, the snaps, and the snarls, he could tell that Wolfe was seconds away from letting his beast take control, wolfing out right there on the phone. “Just… look out for Eva, okay?”

“Her name’s fucking Angie, alright? And if you care about her as much as you act like you do, fix this mess. I’ll take care of my mate. You take care of yours.”

The phone call ended before Adam could even spit out the truth that Tabby wasn’t his mate. She wasn’t even his betrothed. She was a woman he had only just started to see and, as the repercussions of bringing her to Wolf’s Creek rolled around his head, it hit him.

Did he really know Tabby Winslow at all?

“Adam?” Her voice was low. Careful. “Did you know you’re bleeding?”

He glanced down at his lap. The Nightwalker claws on his free hand had dug into the flesh on his bare thigh, leaving gouges, blood trickling from the deep wounds. Since it was his own blood, the thirst didn’t affect him, but his fangs lengthened all the same.

Not because of the blood.

No, because he was furious.

Furious that Maddox Wolfe accused him of putting Eva in danger.

Furious that he accused Tabby of letting it slip that Eva was pregnant.

Furious that Priscilla Winters could have disappeared a year ago, only to reappear suddenly to make poor Eva’s life hell.

Furious that, if Wolfe was right, it was Adam’s fault.

He shuddered, trying to control his fangs, force back the anger that was riding him as hard as it captured Wolfe. Take a breath in. Exhale. Another one. Alright.

He swallowed. “Forget about that,” he said, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand. Now that he was Para, he’d heal sooner or later, even without Shea Moonshadow’s magic touch. “That was Wolfe.”

No smart answers out of Tabby. She’d heard his half of the conversation. She knew it was serious.

“Okay.”