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“How long did I sleep?” I ask and peek up at him through my lashes only to find him staring at me. As though he’s studying me.
“A few hours.” Shock widens my eyes and I jump back a bit, as far as I can with his hands still gripping my hips, keeping me seated in his lap.
“Lizzie,” I say her name in a breathy voice, not hiding my fear and shock. I can’t believe I left her alone for that long.
“She’s all right.” I shift uncomfortably in my captor’s grasp. Would he tell me if she wasn’t? As if on cue, he speaks up.
“I’d let you know if she wasn’t well. She seems to like her space and we’re giving it to her.”
I nod my head, but eye him questioningly. I almost ask him, promise? As if this man owes me anything or that I should trust him. But I don’t have to ask. He tells me exactly what I want to hear.
“I promise nothing bad will happen to her. She’s sleeping. Sound asleep and perfectly safe.”
“She’s not with—”
“She’s not with a man, no. No one has … touched her. Like I’ve touched you.” There’s a thrumming in my veins and mixed feelings that race through me.
Before I can whisper promise? yet again, he says it first. “I promise you, Grace.”
Jude said they can hear each other’s thoughts and now I’m wondering if he can hear mine. I purse my lips and narrow my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He seems a bit worried so I school my expression back to neutral. Still, I can’t help but to ask.
“Can you read my mind?” At my question he chuckles, revealing his perfect, yet deadly white teeth. I find myself staring at his sharp fangs, mesmerized by them.
“No, I can’t read your mind. Werewolves can communicate telepathically if we concentrate but that doesn’t include humans.” He runs his fingers through my hair and his silver eyes sparkle almost as brilliantly as his smile. “So unfortunately I’ll never be able to read your mind, Grace.”
His fingertips glide gently up and down my back, pulling at my cream camisole. It’s then that I realize I’m only wearing my shirt. He’s covered my lower half with a cashmere throw. I snuggle into it and shift my weight on his lap, feeling self-conscious. My eyes search the room and land on my ripped jeans and lace thong. Dammit. I can’t help but frown at the sight.
“Those were my favorite jeans. I just got them.” I can’t conceal the disappointment in my voice. His eyes follow my gaze and he runs a hand through his gorgeous hair, looking guilty all the while.
“We’ll get you more. The clothes from your apartment are here so you have plenty of outfits to choose from in the meantime. The betas are setting up your room.” I perk up immediately.
“Our things are here?” I blink rapidly at him as my mind wakes up.
He smirks at my excitement and nods. I instantly glare at him. He’d better speak when I ask him a question. This shit’s going to work both ways.
His eyes spark at the sight of my narrowed eyes. “Yes,” he says teasingly.
“I swear to God, if you can read my mind, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” An asymmetric grin pulls at his lips.
“I told you I can’t. I won’t ever lie to you, Grace.” The whimper that leaves me at the sound of his tender tone is … unexpected. As is the desire to lean in closer.
It’s hitting me again … squirming in his lap, I close my eyes to will it away.
“I asked you one question and you still haven’t answered it.” The words rumble from his chest as I lean into him even more. I nuzzle under his chin and resist the need to nip at him. The temptation is nearly overwhelming and just the thought fans the low flames igniting my core.
“And what was that question again?” I really don’t remember. I’m still tired and this day feels like one giant blur of raw emotion.
“What do you know about werewolves?” He leans back in his chair and I lean back too. A little distance is good.
Oh, right. I swallow and pick at the ends of the throw as I shrug against him. “Not much, really.”
“And what is ‘not much?’”
“Well, I know you shift into a very large wolf. You’re good at smelling and hearing. You hate vampires.” I bite the inside of my cheek and try to think of more. “I now know that you all have silver eyes and you’re taller than average.” I push the throw down and lean back into him. Staring at the black and white photographs on the far office wall I comment, “You have the ability to make unsuspecting women sleep with you.”
A low growl rumbles up his chest as a warning.
