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Frowning, I slung my bag over my shoulder and continued on up the platform. But as I neared the steps that led up to Sunshine Avenue, the sharp scent of musk, mint, and man teased my nostrils
Not the vampire, but a wolf. The male of our species tended to have a slightly sharper basic aroma than males of other species. Or maybe it just seemed that way because we females were naturally more attuned to them
I stopped abruptly. He stood to the left of the steps, hiding between the station's wall and the ramp for disabled folk. He was absolutely still, something that is extremely rare for us wolves. Unless asleep, we tend to fidget if we stay in one spot for too long. The energy of the beast, barely contained, was Rhoan's theory
"I know you're there," I said softly. "What the hell do you want?"
The shadows parted, and the wolf stepped out into the light. He was rangy, mean-looking, and so much like Henri Gautier it could have been his brother. Only, as far as I knew, Gautier didn't have a brother
"Riley Jenson?" His voice was guttural, thick, and so cold a shiver traveled down my spine
"Who wants to know?"
"Got a message for you. "
My heart leapt. While I didn't think scum like him would be a friend of my brother's, I wouldn't put it past Rhoan to use his like for a messenger
"What?"
"Die, freak. "
His hand blurred, and I saw the gun
I moved, as fast as I could
Heard the booming report
Then there was pain
Nothing but pain
Chapter Three
"Riley?"
The voice was warm and familiar, but far away. Far, far, away
"Riley, tell me what's wrong. "
Despite the pain engulfing me, the soft question sent heat shimmering through every nerve cell. It had to be Quinn. No one else I knew caused that sort of reaction. But why the hell was he there, rather than haunting the halls of my apartment building?
And what did he mean by what was wrong? I'd been shot, for Christ's sake. That much had to be obvious, even to the simplest of minds
God, it hurt. Burned
"Is the bullet silver?"
Silver. The bullet was silver. That's why it hurt so much
"Take. . . out. " Hurry
He swore. Amen to that, I thought weakly. My eyes refused to open, my arm was numb, and the numbness was spreading all too quickly through the rest of my body. The wolf had missed my heart, but in many respects, it didn't matter. If Quinn didn't get that bullet out of my shoulder soon, I was one dead puppy
I floated in a sea of molten agony, drifting in and out of consciousness, my body aflame and dripping with sweat
Yet his voice reached me, dragged me back
"I haven't got a knife. I'll have to use my teeth. It's going to hurt. "
