I sit holding Mia for a time, as the brothers continue to check on things from the safety of the panic room. Steven continues to type away at his computer. Neil is on the phone. He called the electric company first, and now he’s speaking with someone at city hall. Archer and Beau are arguing about
“You’ll always have your claws and teeth,” I remind him. Beau shakes his head. “That’s a last resort. And I sure as hell don’t want to have a bloody werewolf fight with you and Mia in the room.” I concur wholeheartedly about not wanting Mia in that situation, but I’m perfectly capable of endurin
I snooze my alarm and roll over, yet when it sounds a second time ten minutes later, I resolve myself and pull myself out of bed. Wearing my pajamas, with my hair up in a messy bun, I shuffle into the kitchen for coffee. While the maker works its magic, I go into the living room and click on the new
What a vile man, the worst sort of person. I need to train harder. I need to really give it my all, push myself to my limits, so people like him can never make me feel as scared as I was last night. Determined, I hop to my feet and look around the room. As a woman training to be a warrior, I’m n
I open the door later that evening after a knock and find Steven standing on the other side. He’s dressed to exercise, in sweatpants and a moisture-wicking t-shirt. He carries a drawstring bag over his shoulder, presumably with a change of clothes inside. His expression seems unsure. He’s frowning
I’m glad that Steven cares about me and doesn’t want to see me hurt. But I’m never going to learn anything at this rate. “I’m not asking you to throw me around on the floor,” I say. “But if you don’t at least show me what works and what doesn’t, I could learn the wrong thing. I’ll think I have the
Steven leads me into the bathroom. “Where is the first aid kit?” “In the medicine cabinet behind the mirror,” I reply. He gestures for me to sit down on the counter near the sink. When I hop up onto it and am seated securely, he turns to the mirror and finds the small kit. He sets it down on the
Unless he smells it. Panicked, I press my thighs together tightly, but the action gives me friction against my clit and I bite back a strangled moan. With dread in my heart, I snap my eyes open and look at Steven. Maybe he didn’t notice? He’s gone totally still and he’s staring right at me wit