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The sound both excites him and squeezes his chest with fondness at the same time.
Go to her. Care for her.
He’s up and out of the chair before he realizes it.
CHAPTER 8
AUDREY
She’s warm.She’s safe.
And so, so comfortable.
Her head still aches and her body is still cramping, but there’s a bit of relief as she lays bundled up in the softest fabric she’s ever felt.
She’s surrounded by luxury, with the gentle, delicious scent of pine and cedarwood.
She’shome.There’s a sense of peace she hasn’t felt in weeks. It’s as if a weight is finally lifted off her shoulders and she’s truly at ease.
Her eyes open, and she kicks off the blankets with a gasp.
These aren’t her discount sheets.
These are high-endnestingblankets. She’s felt them before in the lab; they’re soft, luxurious, and the designer ones cost a fortune.
Then, she meets a pair of intense blue eyes, and it all comes back to her.
She gasps in fear, frantically trying to escape from the bundle of fabric before he gets too close.
But her body still aches, and she’s hardly fast enough to evade his grasp.
“Audrey. Baby.Hey,” he says, his expression soft as he grips her shoulders. He’s on the floor, kneeling in front of her, face inches from hers, and she jerks away from his grasp.
“Don’t touch me,” she hisses, but his hands simply move to her forearms to hold her tighter, pinning her in place.
But even his touch, as harsh it as is, clears her head. Her migraine is gone, and his scent swirls around her, sending a calming, soothing sensation throughout her body.
It’s the hormones. That’s it.
“I told you I would come back,” he says, his eyes bright with amusement. “Do you not remember our conversation, baby?”
“Stop—stop calling me that,” she stutters, because no one has ever called herbabeorbaby, and she hates the tiniest bit of secret delight she feels at that.
Objectively speaking, he’s attractive.Objectivelyspeaking, blonde hair and blue eyes has always been her type.
I can blame this on the hormones,she thinks to herself.It means nothing. It’s science.
“What would you prefer?” he says softly. “Dear? Sweetheart?Darling?” He whispers the last one, and it sends a tingle through her spine. His grip on her has relaxed, and she’s not actively struggling against him anymore.
“I’dpreferyou to leave me alone,” she answers. “Turn yourself in. They’re looking for you.”
He releases her and sits back on his knees. “Turnmyself in?” He laughs, and she’s never been more terrified of him. “To whom? The police? The Beta army?”
He won’t stop laughing, as if it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard, and it makes her want to scream and run.
“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles when he catches her expression. “I’m frightening you. Sorry, babe, that’s just…wow, that’s just reallyfuckingfunny.”
She swallows, and she’s not sure whether to apologize or ask him why he’s so amused.
