think…?”
When he gives an uncertain shrug, I turn to Logan. He jams his hands into his pockets, and
my eyes track the deep scars on his chest, scars inflicted by my former master. Scars inflicted
because of me.
“Logan?”
I don’t miss the hitch in his voice when he says, “I’m not sure we’ll ever know.”
I think about the girl he grew up with and know none of this can be easy on him.“Logan,
I’m sorry.”
He looks at me, his nostrils flaring and I see real sadness in his eyes. He almost feels a little
distant when he says,“I’m the one who’s sorry, Pride.”
“We need to move,” Stone announces, breaking the moment as he brushes up against me to
pass, his knuckles scraping along my body in such a familiar way.
When I feel his tension, I turn to him and while I know he’s hurting, I ask the question
anyway, “Are you okay?”
He nods and continues toward the SUV. He growls at the officer sitting in the front
passenger seat before climbing into the far back of the vehicle to sit next to me.
Once we’re all inside, Stone’s hand closes over mine, his touch conveying without words
what he’s feeling, what he needs. My pulse races and I don’t say anything in return. Instead, I let
him hold me and breathe in his anxiety as I listen to his heart pound in his chest.
Staring out the side window, I watch the black pavement fly by and when I think about how
badly things could have gone down, how close I came to losing the boy clutching my hand like
it’s his lifeline, I try not to cry.
With my breath coming in shallow pants and my body trembling almost uncontrollably, I
look for a distraction, something, anything to keep me from breaking down in front of the
others. Knowing I need to be strong for them, I turn my attention to the vehicles zinging by on
the highway and focus on the hum of the wheels as my father negotiates the SUV along the
winding road.
I have no idea where we’re going, or where he’s taking us, but I can’t seem to ask, can’t
seem to get the words past the knot in my throat.
After a half hour of driving, he pulls the vehicle off the side of the road, slams on the
brakes, and shoves the gear shift into park. The turn is so abrupt, I jostle to the side and fall
against Stone, and he squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“What’s going on?” I ask, and try to figure out why my father suddenly stopped in the
middle of nowhere.
I watch him exchange a deadly look with both Logan and Stone in the rearview mirror, and
when the scent of his rage pollutes the interior of the vehicle, my wolf yelps.Stone’s eyes
darken to a dangerous shade of silver as my father climbs from the SUV, crosses in front of it,
and practically tears the passenger door clear off its hinges.
The officer, as if expecting this turn of events, puts his hands up palms out.“Okay, okay,”
he says, the panic he’s feel apparent in his tone. “Take it e
asy. I said I’d tell you everything I
know.”
He slides from the seat. When my father slams the door with a resounding thud, I bolt
forward and climb over Gem, Sandy and Blaze as they watch the action unfold.Fearing he’s
about to assassinate the man out here where his body will never be found, I jump from the
vehicle.
Without looking behind me I know both Stone and Logan are tight on my heels. Loose
gravel crunches beneath my boots as I hurry toward the trees fringing the highway.
Leaving the vehicle on the side of the road, keys still in the ignition, my father backs the
officer up until they’re shrouded by foliage.
Once he has him in the shadows, he says, “We’re not going any farther, not until you
answer myquestions.”
With a common goal in mind, Logan and Stone instinctively begin to work together. They
flank the officer while my father proceeds with a pat-down. When he finds no tracking devices,
or a second gun, he stands up and folds his arms across his chest.
“First,” he says, a new hardness in his tone as his lips peel back. As
When he gives an uncertain shrug, I turn to Logan. He jams his hands into his pockets, and
my eyes track the deep scars on his chest, scars inflicted by my former master. Scars inflicted
because of me.
“Logan?”
I don’t miss the hitch in his voice when he says, “I’m not sure we’ll ever know.”
I think about the girl he grew up with and know none of this can be easy on him.“Logan,
I’m sorry.”
He looks at me, his nostrils flaring and I see real sadness in his eyes. He almost feels a little
distant when he says,“I’m the one who’s sorry, Pride.”
“We need to move,” Stone announces, breaking the moment as he brushes up against me to
pass, his knuckles scraping along my body in such a familiar way.
When I feel his tension, I turn to him and while I know he’s hurting, I ask the question
anyway, “Are you okay?”
He nods and continues toward the SUV. He growls at the officer sitting in the front
passenger seat before climbing into the far back of the vehicle to sit next to me.
Once we’re all inside, Stone’s hand closes over mine, his touch conveying without words
what he’s feeling, what he needs. My pulse races and I don’t say anything in return. Instead, I let
him hold me and breathe in his anxiety as I listen to his heart pound in his chest.
Staring out the side window, I watch the black pavement fly by and when I think about how
badly things could have gone down, how close I came to losing the boy clutching my hand like
it’s his lifeline, I try not to cry.
With my breath coming in shallow pants and my body trembling almost uncontrollably, I
look for a distraction, something, anything to keep me from breaking down in front of the
others. Knowing I need to be strong for them, I turn my attention to the vehicles zinging by on
the highway and focus on the hum of the wheels as my father negotiates the SUV along the
winding road.
I have no idea where we’re going, or where he’s taking us, but I can’t seem to ask, can’t
seem to get the words past the knot in my throat.
After a half hour of driving, he pulls the vehicle off the side of the road, slams on the
brakes, and shoves the gear shift into park. The turn is so abrupt, I jostle to the side and fall
against Stone, and he squeezes my hand in reassurance.
“What’s going on?” I ask, and try to figure out why my father suddenly stopped in the
middle of nowhere.
I watch him exchange a deadly look with both Logan and Stone in the rearview mirror, and
when the scent of his rage pollutes the interior of the vehicle, my wolf yelps.Stone’s eyes
darken to a dangerous shade of silver as my father climbs from the SUV, crosses in front of it,
and practically tears the passenger door clear off its hinges.
The officer, as if expecting this turn of events, puts his hands up palms out.“Okay, okay,”
he says, the panic he’s feel apparent in his tone. “Take it e
asy. I said I’d tell you everything I
know.”
He slides from the seat. When my father slams the door with a resounding thud, I bolt
forward and climb over Gem, Sandy and Blaze as they watch the action unfold.Fearing he’s
about to assassinate the man out here where his body will never be found, I jump from the
vehicle.
Without looking behind me I know both Stone and Logan are tight on my heels. Loose
gravel crunches beneath my boots as I hurry toward the trees fringing the highway.
Leaving the vehicle on the side of the road, keys still in the ignition, my father backs the
officer up until they’re shrouded by foliage.
Once he has him in the shadows, he says, “We’re not going any farther, not until you
answer myquestions.”
With a common goal in mind, Logan and Stone instinctively begin to work together. They
flank the officer while my father proceeds with a pat-down. When he finds no tracking devices,
or a second gun, he stands up and folds his arms across his chest.
“First,” he says, a new hardness in his tone as his lips peel back. As
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