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Stripping off her clothes, Mickey took a quick shower with warm water and readied herself for bed. She patted moisturizer on her face, brushed her teeth, and didn’t bother handling the mess of hair that sat on a bun on top of her head.
She planned on figuring out what to do with the stolen property tomorrow. She couldn’t risk having the highly-valuable knife found in her possession, so she needed a way to get rid of it effectively.
With a loud sigh, she fell into her king-sized bed and fluffed her pillows before settling in for the night. As she lay on her side with her eyes focusing out the grand window that overlooked the bustling city below, she couldn’t help but feel strange.
Something was off. So much so that she sat up in bed and stared around her bedroom. The shadowy figures at the corner of her room were her nightstand and desk, respectively, so her exhausted mind was trying to play its old tricks on her.
However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her.
“What a crazy fucking idea, Mick,” she mumbled to herself, lowering back onto the pillow and crushing it under her arms. “We’re on the fifth story of a huge building. No one’s peeping through my window.”
That was one of the perks of living high up. No peeping tom could bother her, nor could any burglar slip in through her balcony windows. It would have been another story entirely if she had lived on the ground floor.
Alas, she was driving herself crazy for no reason. The job took a toll on her, no matter how she tried to spin it.
As she closed her eyes and focused on sleeping, she couldn’t help but think about the shifter with the pale eyes and impeccable physique who tackled her to the ground. What was his problem? And why was he so intent on stopping her?
Did he know what she was up to? Did he know what she stole?
No, that was impossible, but as slumber overwhelmed her senses, the last thing she imagined were those blue eyes staring her down through her window and tracking her movements.
THREE
STRAP
Strap hardly believed what he was seeing.
He perched himself across the street from her apartment building in his condor form. He watched her intently, following her movements as she rose from sleep at around eight o’clock in the morning and disappeared further into the apartment, perhaps to the bathroom.
Get in there with her, his condor pleaded. The urge to spread his wings and soar onto the balcony was growing too tempting to resist, but Strap wrestled his animals down by the throat and held them there.
No. We can’t do that. We have to wait until she leaves for work. His eyes narrowed, staring down at the car that she drove to the complex the night before.Then, we can strike.
That’s going to take too long, his condor replied.And I’m impatient. I want to see her.We’ve been waiting all night for this. Why can’t we skip the formalities and…
Burst into our mate’s apartment without warning? No. We’ve made a horrible impression already. There’s no need to put more gasoline on this fire.
The moment he laid eyes upon her, Strap knew she was the one for him. His animals knew it the second he did.
After she struck him on the chin and sent him sprawling, he gave her time to flee. Then, he began his chase, shifting into his condor.
That led him to Barcelona, of all places. Last night when she parked the car, he waited to see which window light would flicker on with her arrival. Thus, he narrowed down her apartment to the one on the fifth floor with a window that peered into her bedroom.
For the whole night, his condorandpanther pestered him to sneak into her apartment and confront her head-on. Thankfully, Strap still had a rational head on his shoulders because he shot down those suggestions as quickly as a bullet fired.
What hecouldn’tbelieve, however, was the fact that his mate was doing the same things that led him to spend five years in Supermax. Grand larceny. Breaking into people’s properties and stealing their things.
Strap wholeheartedly believed that the activities of his youth would be a thing of the past and he would never saunter into that lifestyle again, and yet, fate was exceptionally cruel to him.
He planned on convincing his mate that this wasn’t the right lifestyle to lead. He lost too much of his time in the Supermax, and he didn’t have plans to go back. It didn’t matter if this beautiful woman was his mate; more years for being an accomplice to a thief was not in the stars for Strap, that was for certain.
General Nydia’s mission flew out the window for him. He had something else to focus on, and it was much more important than figuring out where that old bastard Mick was hiding.
His cell phone rang.Speak of the devil, and she shall appear. He eyed his specially made backpack that could strap onto his animals’ bodies whenever he shifted. With a sigh, Strap removed himself from the lip of the building’s roof and shifted back into his human form.
After so many years ofnotdoing so, the once-familiar process felt so foreign. He had to manually adjust some parts of his body that didn’t naturally morph back to the places that they were supposed to go. That meant popping his shoulder back in every now and then, as well as trying to make his spine straighten out from its bent condor form.
Following a loud groan and a grimace, Strap plopped back onto the edge of the building with his legs dangling freely. The man was naked, hanging out without a care in the world, as if the public couldn’t see him.
