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“Jesus fuck.” Trembling, I pulled from his grasp.
“I don’t even have the words to tell you how fucking sick and tired I am of preternatural creatures. Never touch me without my permission again or I won’t be the one hurting.”
He bowed, his thinly veiled smirk hidden for just a moment. “As you command, Elena. I am but your humble servant.”
I growled a curse under my breath, and his smirk bloomed wider.
“You’re not nearly as different from us as you think. Tell me you didn’t feel that.”
I ignore him because he’s right. When I cursed him, I wanted to throw him through the wall, and for a moment, I felt like I could. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room, ordering the most expensive takeout I can think of on your dime.”
I exited his office to the heady sound of laughter, all male, sexy as fuck—and I pretended I didn’t want to make him laugh again just for the shivers it sent down my spine.
He shut the door behind me, and for a split second, my ears rang like someone shook a bell right next to my head. Then I sensed it.
Wolves.
Not just one wolf, either. Several pack members were nearby. They seem to be positioned all around me.
No. Not all around you, all around the warehouse. You, you goddamned idiot, are surrounded.
“Thorn, you’ve got visitors,” I called out, trying not to panic. Below me, through the ironwork railing on my left side, Hoss glanced up at me, then took a step out of the line of sight of the window with his hand on his gun.
I wish I could enjoy the sensation of being listened to, but I don’t have time, and also, they’re probably just paranoid, and it’s not out of respect for me.
“What did you smell?” Thorn’s voice is right next to my ear without warning.
“Pack. On every side. They’re circling the warehouse, and not all of them are in human form, which, honestly, is a sign that this is about to go poorly.”
“Because they’re stronger as wolves?”
“Nope. Because they’re sure that no one will live to out them or their identities.”
He sighed. “Wait in your room, close the curtains, hide in the bathroom. Do whatever you need to do to mask your scent.”
The strange laughter that bubbled painfully out of my nearly panic-closed throat sounded unhinged.
“Don’t you understand? They cut me apart and sent me away, but they know. They know I’m here, and they’ll burn the place down if they have to.” I shook my head.
“No. I’m going down fighting. Stay close enough to get your demonic doohickey before Kye does because he can disappear into the swamp, and you’ll never see him again.”
What the fuck am I doing?
“Okay. We fight,” he agreed.
“Any chance you have an extra knife in that very expensive, and well-fitted suit?”
There was no sexy laugh, but the corners of his mouth twitched up, and my stomach seemed to think that was enough to set some inappropriate butterflies fluttering in my abdomen. He jerked his head toward his office and strode down the stairs while I ran back to find a weapon.
“Take one from the wall. Behind the glass,” he called up from the stairs.
I jogged back to the office and looked for a sliding door or opening in the glass surface. Finding none, I removed a simple vase from the small metal table next to the display and placed it on the ground. Then I hefted the table right at the glass. The wall shattered into thousands of pieces, which fell like a diamond rain on the carpet.
He can always just take it from my pay, provided I actually get paid after this.
I grabbed two knives from the shelves, one small enough to slide into my boot, the other nearly a machete. It hefts like my Bowie and fits to my hand like it was made for me.
Good enough to keep us safe, I hoped.
