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He ducked inside to find Harley just coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in a skimpy motel towel. “Hey Harl, I’m going over to your house to collect your decoy. Will you be okay here alone?” Being with her and touching her came so easy now. He hugged her loosely, just comfortable being with her.
“I’ll stay out of sight and just wait for you.”
But being out of sight might not be enough. “I’ll leave the Beretta here for you. The clip marked with the red side is loaded with silver bullets. Use them if anyone furry comes knocking.”
“I’ll be fine. Just hurry back.” Before he could embarrass himself by asking, she added, “and I won’t run either. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
“Good.” He kissed her and let her go.I’ll hurry.Then he went out the door and off to collect his dead werewolf.
Chapter Twenty-One
Harley felt a peculiar shift as Zeven drove out of the parking lot. The strange sensation was akin to discomfort and a cousin to fear. He was her protection and although she’d been on her own a long time, being without him left her feeling vulnerable. She’d promised to not run, but every instinct screamed, “haul ass”. Those same instincts had kept her alive all this time and fighting them felt wrong and twisted a knot in her gut.
She wanted to argue herself out of her fear and might have even succeeded if it hadn’t been for the black sedan pulling into the lot and taking the space the Charger had just vacated.
The same damn sedan that had chased her earlier and it was here now. She lowered the blinds back into place. It had been silly to peek out to watch Zeven leave. Now whoever was in the sedan knew she was here, still here and alone.
And she was trapped. The motel room backed another room and only had one window beside the door. There was no way past the guy to run. How could she keep him out? If he was human maybe she could…
She dragged the only chair in the room over to the door, jamming the padded back under the handle. Her only hope was to hold him off somehow until Zeven returned. Why the hell didn’t she get his cell phone number? Wait. She froze in place. She had better than a phone number. She had a direct line to his head.“Zeven!”She screamed mentally. Would it work? Could he hear her? She didn’t know enough about their link to know.“Zeven, the sedan is here! Don’t leave. Come back. I need you!”
But there was no answer. Maybe it only worked when they were close or when they both reached out for the connection. She just didn’t know, and stupidly hadn’t asked. Zeven wasn’t going to come back and save her this time.
She spun and grabbed up Zeven’s Beretta. She’d never thought she’d actually have to use the gun but was very glad he’d left it behind. What had he said about the bullets… Something about using the right ones, but which ones did she need now?
The door rattled under the knock of a heavy fist. “Open up, doctor. I know you’re in there.”
“Zeven! They’re here!”She screamed mentally while fumbling with the gun. Silver, he’d said she’d need the silver bullets for the werewolves.
The door smashed open, and the chair splintered before she could check or switch the bullets.
“Stay back.” She raised the gun and took up her shooter’s stance, ignoring the fact that the position left her towel sagging. “Stop right there!”
The big bastard stepped forward, striding directly at her. The purpose and stride were familiar. The smooth motion of muscles in perfect unison…a werewolf. And he was so big all she saw was his chest barreling her way.
The gun weighed heavy, but she held it steady, aiming at his chest. “I said stop!”
He didn’t stop.
She fired and fired again.
Far from falling or even flinching, the bastard ran at her. His arms came around her and they went down in a crushing heap. His weight bore her into the threadbare carpet. The gun was torn free and tossed aside. And there he pinned her in place, completely helpless.
“What…what do you want?” Dear Lord, she was pinned under a huge unknown werewolf and her towel was less than any protection. If he was planning to rape her, she would be raped, and if he wanted to kill her… No, damn it. She wouldn’t lose hope that easily.
The brute tensed. Inches from her face, the tiny hole in his chest made by the gunshot…puckered and spit out the bullet. The second one followed.Guess they weren’t silver.
Even for a werewolf that had to hurt, but this one uttered not a single sound. She twisted her neck to look up at him and froze. “What the hell?” From the broad jaw to dark hair and complexion, the man’s features were heart-wrenchingly familiar. This werewolf looked like Zeven…could have been Zeven except for the ice in his amber-colored gaze and the vicious scar running down his cheek. “You’re from Zeven’s clan.”
His lips tightened in what could have been a grin but ended up more like a nasty snarl. “But your lover killed all the Rattlesnakes so I must be something else.”
Okay. That wasn’t comforting. “Then what are you?”
He laughed…like the ominous rattle his clan was named after. “I am nothing and no one. Just think of me as a ghost from that man’s past.”
“What do you want from us?”
He stood and dragged her to her feet. “Where is Zeven going?” When the towel fell to the floor, his gaze slid over her body. “Get dressed, and then you can tell me what your lover is up to.” He pushed her toward the bag with her clothes. His hand left her to claim the gun.
