And now? My vision cleared.

And a dawning realization hit me square in the chest, replacing the constant burning with raw truth.

History had in fact repeated itself.

I had kept myself at arm’s length.

Only this time… I had used her body.

While withholding the only thing that has ever truly been hers — my heart.

With mind-numbing pain, I pushed to my feet. My legs wobbled under the weight of my own body. I’d never gone this long without sex. Ever.

But I needed answers.

And the only place I was going to find them.

Was with Hope.

And a freaking demon.

It took me five minutes to put on one boot, ten to put on the second, since I kept dropping my hands sending it tumbling to the floor.

When I stood, dizziness overwhelmed me. How the hell was I supposed to drive?

“What are you doing?” Mason’s voice sounded from the door.

“Going after her.”

He was quiet and then. “You can barely walk.”

“I know.” I stumbled toward him, nearly face-planting against the wall. “I’m fully aware of what I can and can’t do, Wolf.”

He cursed, his brown eyes taking in my pathetic form. “I’ll take you. God knows you’ll get yourself or someone else killed if I don’t.”

“True friendship,” I slurred.

“You look like shit,” Mason added and wrinkled his nose in distaste. “You smell bad too.”

I sniffed myself. “I’m a siren. We never smell bad.”

“You smell sweet all the damn time.”

“We smell different to different people, just depends on what you’re into, I smell like rain to Hope because she’s always so hot, I smell like berries to you because… well, I think that’s self-explanatory.”

“I hate you, at least ninety percent of the time I talk with you.”

“Love you too, Wolf.” I leaned heavily against him as he walked me down the stairs, then clearly getting impatient, swept my six foot nine inch frame up into his arms and charged out the door. “Sweeping me off my feet already.”

With a grunt, he dropped me on the ground. “Wait here while I get the car.”

“Werewolves don’t drive.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” he called over his shoulder.

“Great, just great,” I grumbled as he pulled one of Ethan’s newer Mercedes SUVs out front and almost took out the mailbox and part of my foot.

The door clicked open. I stared up at it. What? Did he want me to crawl in?

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