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“I thought you said no torture today, Vale.” I jerk at my name on her lips. Her soft, silken voice caresses it almost like a lover’s touch. Shaking my head at that foolishness, I focus on her words.
“I’m not. We are simply having a conversation.”
“Through bars,” she retorts, making my lips quirk. She’s quick, I’ll give her that. Even now, locked behind bars, she is unafraid and watching me casually, like she has all the time in the world and isn’t surrounded by hunters willing to skin her alive for what she is.
“They are there for our safety,” I say kindly, thinking maybe I can get what I need this way.
“Very true. Human bodies break so easily.” She smirks, holding up her hand, and as I watch, wicked, sharp claws take over, and she clicks them together while grinning at me.
“Now, some might take that as a threat, wolf,” I warn.
“Then they wouldn’t be fools,” she replies, changing her hand back as she watches me. I let the silence stretch on.
“Fine, I at least owe you my thanks?—”
“That isn’t how you thank someone.” She grins. “Say the words properly.”
Grinding my teeth, I try to breathe through my annoyance and stop myself from pulling my gun and shooting her smirking face. “Thank you for saving my brother.”
“Better.” She nods.
She watches me as I just stare at her. “Why did you do it?” I ask, needing to know. “Don’t just say for your pack. Why did you save him, wolf?”
I expect some flippant response, but she surprises me when she seems to debate her answer, and when it comes, I know it’s truthful.
“Someone saved me, an enemy, a very long time ago, and I am simply returning the favour.” My eyebrows furrow as I try to figure out her answer as she stands. I force my eyes to her face and not on her naked body.
“If you’re not torturing me today, may I use the bathroom and shower? I might be a wolf, but I don’t wish to live in my own filth.”
“Why would I let you out?” I murmur, still stuck on her words.
She rolls her eyes. “You can watch me with a gun trained on me at all times if it makes you feel better, Vale. Unless you’re scared . . .”
Smart, little wolf.
Before I can question myself or let the others find out, I open the cage and pull out my gun, using it to gesture to the bathroom. “Be quick before I change my mind.”
She strolls from the cage like she owns the joint and heads to the bathroom. I follow her in—I’m not a total idiot. She moves to the shower, turning it on and stepping inside with a grateful sigh. The sound heads straight to my cock.
The shock of that makes me jerk my eyes away, even as I keep my gun trained on her, but when she hums, I can’t help but look back. That madness fades, though, when she lifts her arm and I see something I hadn’t before.
Burn marks stretch across it like a diagonal scar. She must feel my gaze because she looks at me and then the scar. “I got this when I was a child. It never healed since I was so young.” She turns away to wash.
I stare at her in disbelief.
It can’t be, can it?
Old memories flash through my brain, memories I would rather forget. Memories of a weak moment and a scared kid . . . and a girl.
When I blink, it’s to find her stepping from the shower. She quickly towels off, wringing her hair and leaving it wet before heading to the toilet. I let her have privacy in there, and when she comes back, I watch as she washes her hands.
Surely it can’t be her.
What in the fuck kind of fucked up fate would that be?
Heading my way, she stops before me, her nipples peeking through her hair, begging to be touched.
This wolf has a body made for rough nights and hard, dirty sex, and she knows it.
