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A hunter who wasn’t human?
It wasn’t possible.
“What the hell happened in there?” she demanded again once they were out of the interrogation room, leaving the other two men in their wake.
Jace silenced her with little more than a passing glance as they rushed through the observation area. The sound of the facility’s alarm screeched overhead. They hurried into the hall before he finally released her hand. Losing his touch shouldn’t have chilled her, but somehow, it did.
The building was a white-washed maze of cinderblock pathways lit with the too bright glow of florescent lights, which seared her wolf retinas as he led them. But from the sure-footed way he navigated, she held no doubt he knew all the nooks and crannies of this place.
Where to hide. Where to duck and cover so they could escape sight unseen.
A hunter like himwouldknow.
He couldn’t be anything but human, could he?
They snaked their way through the facility, undetected. Only stopping once to duck into an alcove as what appeared to be a fully armed S.W.A.T team of hunters rushed by. A few turns and locked doors which Jace keyed through, and the chill of Rochester’s freezing winds hit her face. In an instant, she was reminded that she was still wearing little more than his buttoned-up trench coat. But she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Not when she was this close to freedom.
To returning to her pack. Her family.
They made their way across the nearly empty parking lot, back to the Chevelle he’d brought her here in. When she reached the vehicle, she hesitated, not certain whether to part ways now or risk getting into the car with him.
But before she could make up her mind, he spotted the crack she’d left in his rear window and cursed. Despite his clear frustration, he didn’t stop to assess the damage. Instead, he simply wrenched open the driver’s side door, before he looked toward her. “Get in.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She’d place further distance between herself and here by riding alongside him rather than making her way on foot. Not to mention she’d need to get past the gates. This time, she slid into the passenger’s seat, slamming the door behind her and trying not to smile at the pine-scented air freshener hanging from the rearview.
A wolf’s favorite scent.
Though it smelled like a fake version of the real thing.
But was he a wolf or was he something . . . different?
Jace shoved his key in and the engine turned over seconds later. He didn’t bother to tell her where he was driving, and she didn’t ask. All that mattered was placing distance between them and that godawful place. Escaping from Damon and the guards and Chet. At this point, she wasn’t certain which of them posed a danger to her and which didn’t.
The moment Jace had fired his gun, every bit of gray in the already shady situation had blended, until who was her enemy and who was her alley had become unclear.
Hell, she still wasn’t certain.
When they finally pulled to a stop, they were parked outside a run-down apartment building that looked as if it hadn’t seen a renovation in years.
“Stay here,” he grumbled, before tearing out of the vehicle.
“Like hell.” She climbed from the cab after him.
He strode toward the apartment building like a man on a mission, which by her guess, she supposed he was. Though what exactly either of them were doing here she couldn’t be certain.
“What are you?” she called after him.
Boy, if that wasn’t the question of the year.
She suspected he was a wolf shifter. Maybe some kind of half-breed. But neither of those possibilities made sense given his occupation. Or his lack of scent. Not to mention, she couldn’t wrap her head around how he would have been able to keep it hidden from his colleagues all these years. But he was something lupine. A distance species cousin at least.
That much was clear.
It made whatever this...this...tension between them was a hell of a lot easier.
Explained what had happened back there.
