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He was the Bad Guy. He had kidnapped her and in less than twenty-four hours it would be him that delivered her to the worst vampire of them all.
His mother would be so proud
When the door opened, he forced himself to ignore the still wet skin wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel. Her face, pale and bruised. Eyes as big as he had ever seen, looking at him like he had the answers.
Growling at her to wait for Thorn, he stalked past her, closing the bathroom door firmly between them.
The icy shower water doing nothing to put out the heat that burned through him. He had never wanted a woman the way he wanted her. Ideas he had buried decades ago stirring to life again. Thoughts he couldn’t afford to have.
He was Alpha of the Titans, and it would take more than one pretty face to make him turn his back on his brothers.
Hyde clenched his fist and slammed it into the wall tiles. Cracking them with one hit. Tomorrow, he would deliver her to the devil himself.
After that, she would hate him as she should.
CHAPTER NINE
The heavy clouds inthe sky were gone. A clear, beautiful blue canvas stretched across the sky as far as the eye could see.
It was a beautiful day to be on the back of a bike. Yet Talia couldn’t shake her sense of unease. A slow dread curling through with every mile that passed. Hyde had barely spoken a word. He had come out of the shower, his face a mask of indifference, his voice cold and distant.
The man who had rescued her had been replaced fully by her kidnapper.
It galled her to think she cared.
But she did.
Her thoughts wild. She had barely noticed the miles churning away under the wheels of the Harley Davidson. The mountain range fading behind her as they rode. Kidnapped, escaped, attacked, rescued and kidnapped again. Everything had happened so fast. She barely had time to catch her breath. To think. To figure out how she felt about any of it. Or, more precisely, how she felt about him.
It was all too much to process, and it made no sense that she spent much of her day resisting the urge to scoot herself forward. To wrap her arms around his waist, let her head nestle into his back and fall into the lull of weaving across the highway together.
Instead, she had kept her hands tightly gripping onto the bar on either side of her seat. Where he had firmly placed them before they had left the hotel.
Still, every time they stopped for petrol. His hand would reach for hers, steadying her as she got off the bike. Goosebumps dancing over her skin each time his fingers touched hers. Even for the barest of moments.
His red eyes almost glowing, he turned away each time. His face an unreadable mask.
