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There's no danger here, Mia.
Images so real, soraw, only seconds ago, disappear like smoke. I can't quite grasp them enough to understand and analyze. It’s like my brain knows when my guards are down and then it attacks me. I hate that. I cough, shaking off the tickle at the back of my throat, one that threatens to scream but it never quite rushes out.
Wait.
My heart trips over itself in a new panic.
The light is coming through blinds that aren't mine. I breathe deeply as I cast my mind back to last night. Why are the memories coming up patchy? I gasp.
Fuck!
My bedding isn't satin.
I don't have stain sheets dollars. My arms snap out and hit something hard.
"Ow!"
Avery? I squint in the dim light. I'm still in Boston, right? And why the hell am I sharing a bed with Avery? We share a bedroom, not a bed. "Where are we?" I mumble.
A bright light snaps into the room, breaking through the darkness, Avery’s cell light. She yawns, her red hair somehow feathered around her head like she's in a magazine shoot. Of course, I befriend the one woman who looks camera ready when she wakes up. Shrewd powder blue eyes flick my way. "At the guys."
Am I supposed to know what that means? I remember drinking lots of Jack and coke, and I don't usually drink, but I also remember Zac and some other prep boys coming onto us. Pebbles drop in my belly and start rolling. I groan and close my eyes.
"What?"
"Did I hook up with someone?"
Avery snorts. "Sweets, I love you, but I'm in this bed and I'm not remotely interested in a threesome."
I sigh. Why are there blank spaces in my memory?Again.My stomach twists around those pebbles as my heart kicks at my ribcage. I filter through the memories I have. Are the flashbacks that woke me from a dream, or are they from last night? My heart slows a little, my fears washing away as understanding soothes like a cooling aid.
I rememberhim.
Hazel eyes, warm latte on a cold morning, had hooked me. Those eyes had soothed me another time, weeks before. Why does he always show when I need rescuing?
Okay.
He’s rescued me twice.
But that’s more than it’s ever been since starting at Boston Brooks. He'd been at the bar, and I remember the shock of something pinging between us as our eyes met. And I’m justgoing to ignore that ping. Pings are dangerous and women probably react that way all the time. He’ll be used to it. His hair is the color of my favorite candy bar, dark and rich. It doesn’t matter that my fingers itch to touch the strands, elite aren't trustworthy. I'm not the type of girl to fuck around and we all know Austin Whitlock’s reputation.
The Wolf.
The Alpha.
Flashbacks continue to flicker through my mind like a very disjointed showing at the pictures.
I remember that he'd hit Zac.
Why the hell had I passed out? I watchGrey’s Anatomy, I can cope with gore.
"Passed out cold," Avery mutters.
"Trying to sleep here."
My body jerks as my stomach quivers. I hold my breath. He's in here with us?Why?
Realization dawns, throwing my heart into another kind of spasm.
