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Because what the hell could Rowan “Havoc” Cross possibly want with a chubby little nobody like me?

Nothing. That’s the answer. The only answer.

It has to be.

And if some secret, desperate part of me wishes differently?

Well, I’ve gotten very good at keeping secrets.

Chapter 2

Havoc

Something is niggling at the back of my mind. Has been for days.

Monster’s in a fucking mood for sure, but that’s not what I’m talking about.

He’s always in a mood.

The bastard wakes up pissed off at the world and usually goes to sleep the same way. Nothing new there.

But this is different.

I haven’t gone to The Joint in a few days. That’s on fucking purpose. Forcing myself to stay away isn’t easy, but what the fuck else am I supposed to do?

Last time we were there, my beast damn near ripped out of me over the fact that Gabriella lied to my face.

I’m fine.

Bullshit.

Gabby isn’t fine.

Something is bothering her.

And she smells...

Fuck.

Not sick.

I’d know sick.

Shifter senses are good for that shit. Fever. Infection. Disease. Blood. Fear. All of it has a scent if you know what you’re looking for.

This isn’t that.

Gabby smells different. And I mean my kind of different.

Supernatural.

At least, I think she does.

The problem is whatever she is, she’s fucking good at hiding it.

What secrets are you keeping, Honey Girl?

The question haunts me day and night.