Page 40 of Knot What I Expected

Potential.

They wouldn’t see Matteo.

My sweet little boy who loves cheeseburgers and coloring books. Who still climbs into my bed when there’s a thunderstorm. Who leaves his sneakers in the middle of the floor no matter how many times I tell him not to. Who thinks chocolate milk should qualify as a food group.

They’d turn him into something useful to them.

A prize.

A tool.

Maybe something worse.

A weapon.

No.

A fierce pulse of energy moves beneath my skin. For one second, my eyes change in the mirror.

I blink.

Gone.

“Shit.”

I grip the counter.

Control.

I need control.

Nobody here knows what I am.

Not Gia.

Not Wreck.

Not Justin.

Not—

Havoc.

My heart does a stupid little flip.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Not now.

I have enough problems without adding one gigantic, blond, golden-eyed Wolf Shifter to the list.

Especially one who looks at me like he knows I’m hiding something.

That man makes me nervous. Not afraid. And that might actually be worse.

Because fear I understand.

But whatever it is I feel around Rowan “Havoc” Cross?