Page 9 of The Enforcers: KANE

But she didn’t look happy now. She ate each bite slowly, frowning. Was she thinking of him? Or the guy in the parking lot?

He could just walk up and knock on her door, Kane thought. It was what any sane, civilized person would do. Any old friend.

Well, maybe not at two o’clock in the morning. He wasn’t big on social norms, but he did know this wasn’t exactly the time for a social call. Even if it was obvious she was still up.

But that was just an excuse. Truth was, he didn’t know what the hell to say to her.

I’m sorry I was a total prick and left you on the streets unprotected?

Congratulations on not being dead in an alley ten years ago?

He sucked at this. Hell, he sucked at being human. Sometimes he thought he should just stop fighting Wolf and let him take over for good. Get lost in the forest and never come back.

Except if no one needed him, he’d die. What would there be to live for?

Maybe he’d just make sure she was really okay—that the asshole drunk hadn’t followed her home. He stole out of the shadows and circled the house, sniffing the air to make sure there was no one around who shouldn’t be.

It wasn’t until Rachelle came to the window and peered out that he realized he was the one that wasn’t supposed to be here. Which pretty much made him the psycho stalker.

He was never going to get the hang of this people stuff.

Kane melted back into the shadows and made his way back to his truck.

Maybe he should just do like Manny suggested, and go talk to her after the show like a normal person.

Wolf should be able to survive that song, now that they knew Rachelle was alive, and their betrayal hadn’t destroyed her.

Had she realized it was him in the lounge? His wolf looked more or less the same, but he didn’t. He’d been big for a teenager, but nothing like the size he was now. She’d be more likely to recognize the wolf than the man.

He’d go back tomorrow night. Hear her sing again. Listen to the whole song without losing it. And then he’d talk to her. Like a normal person.

Sure. That’s what he’d do.

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Rachelle scraped the last of the Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream out of the container and dumped the empty carton in the trash. After her years on the street, she’d never gotten over the thrill of being able to have tasty treats any time she wanted.

But tonight, she was too disturbed to really enjoy it.

She couldn’t believe what she thought she’d seen. Had that wolf really been Kane?

She should have stayed behind to find out, but she’d been too freaked out. If it was Kane, she had to figure out how to handle him. This could change everything.

When the Agency contacted her and asked her to do this job, she’d refused, the way she usually did. Until she heard they were going after Selina.

Rachelle was one of the few people who really understood how dangerous Selina was. She’d seen her drag Kane down into her dark little world. He hadn’t been able to resist her. No one she touched ever had.

Rachelle had tried to fight her influence on Kane, pull him back from the edge, but she wasn’t strong enough. Selina had mesmerized him with her fucked-up mind powers, and Rachelle had to leave before Selina saw her as a threat and came after her.

Or forced Kane to do it. That would have killed them both.

Over the years, she’d hoped that an ugly death had eventually found Selina, the way it had so many others around her who deserved it far less. The kind of power she wielded couldn’t be let loose on the world.

But now it had been. Somehow, after going underground for years, Selina had reappeared more powerful than ever—and on a national rampage. If she wasn’t stopped, it could be a disaster for the shifter world. The Agency was not about to let that happen—and neither was Rachelle.

The Agency was certain the Silver Cloud was her next target. And when Selina pulled off this job, Rachelle was going to trace her back to her hideout and take her down.

It was what she did. Under the right circumstances, she could out-hunt Hunter.