withdrawn his hand and met her eyes. He’d stopped purring. The situation was so beyond anything she’d dealt with before Morgan didn’t know what to do next. Except to ask, “What the hell is a were-liger?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood and moved slightly away to begin undressing. Morgan frowned. “I asked a question.”
Thane ignored her, neatly folding his shirt. She caught a glimpse of his back as he bent to place the shirt on the coffee table. His back was covered in thin, white scars. “What the hell happened to you?”
He ignored that question too, undoing his belt. Morgan scooted down to the end of the sofa, putting as much distance as possible between them. “What are you doing?”
Calhoun had sent her with this strange man and ordered her to stay with him. Even with Thane undressing, she discovered that she couldn’t follow her urge to run the hell away. What was he planning to do?
The answer came a few seconds later, after Thane had finished undressing and proved to be just as impressive to look at as Calhoun. They were practically a matched set, right down to... Morgan lost her train of thought as Thane’s body began to change.
Horrified, yet fascinated, she couldn’t look away as he went from human to some sort of gigantic tiger. A tiger that wasn’t orange and black, but the same pale brown as his hair, with umber striping. His eyes were the same color too, but now had the whirling, gold sunburst around their pupils.
He stood there for a few minutes, until she realized he’d answered her question by illustrating what a were-liger was. “You could’ve just told me.”
The change back to human looked no less horrifying. Morgan was relieved when Thane began to pull on his jeans. “Now what?”
He finished zipping and buttoning before gesturing to her to follow. Once she stood, he grabbed her belongings and led the way to one of the doors set in the living room’s back wall. It opened to a smallish bedroom. Morgan surveyed it, noting how unlived in the room looked. “I guess I’m staying here?”
Thane nodded, moving to the dresser to put her bag and safe down. She noticed he gave her a quick once over when he turned and decided to use the sudden display of interest to her advantage. Hands rising her hips, she blocked the doorway. “I want some answers.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Getting really tired of your silent act. How long do I have to stay here?”
His response was a shrug.
“Why are you my keeper?”
Another shrug.
She huffed in exasperation and tried to think of a question he’d have to verbally respond to. “I want to talk to Calhoun.”
Thane shook his head.
Morgan gritted her teeth. “This is bullshit.”
He stood silently by the dresser while she tried to think. What was she supposed to do? Go to bed like nothing had changed? “I don’t want to be here.”
No response. Maybe he was slow? Morgan dropped her hands. Slow didn’t mean stupid, but someone with a faster brain might have an advantage. “It’s against the law to kidnap people.”
He cocked his head. She had the feeling he wasn’t impressed by that argument. “Come on, I don’t want to be here. I have to talk to Calhoun.”
A slow, deliberate shake of his head answered her. Morgan felt a thrill of anger. “What are you going to do if I just walk the hell out of here? Tie me up?”
Thane shook his head again.
“So I can leave?”
No response. Morgan decided to take a chance. Turning, she left the room and crossed the living room to the door. It wouldn’t open and had some sort of keypad above the doorknob. She slapped both hands against the door, realizing it was metal. “Motherfucker!”
Trapped, she turned around to find Thane had followed her and was holding his hand out. “What do you want?”
He simply waited, watching her eyes. The gold sunburst was still present in his, no longer whirling, but slowly turning. After a long moment, Morgan sighed and put her hand in his.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood and moved slightly away to begin undressing. Morgan frowned. “I asked a question.”
Thane ignored her, neatly folding his shirt. She caught a glimpse of his back as he bent to place the shirt on the coffee table. His back was covered in thin, white scars. “What the hell happened to you?”
He ignored that question too, undoing his belt. Morgan scooted down to the end of the sofa, putting as much distance as possible between them. “What are you doing?”
Calhoun had sent her with this strange man and ordered her to stay with him. Even with Thane undressing, she discovered that she couldn’t follow her urge to run the hell away. What was he planning to do?
The answer came a few seconds later, after Thane had finished undressing and proved to be just as impressive to look at as Calhoun. They were practically a matched set, right down to... Morgan lost her train of thought as Thane’s body began to change.
Horrified, yet fascinated, she couldn’t look away as he went from human to some sort of gigantic tiger. A tiger that wasn’t orange and black, but the same pale brown as his hair, with umber striping. His eyes were the same color too, but now had the whirling, gold sunburst around their pupils.
He stood there for a few minutes, until she realized he’d answered her question by illustrating what a were-liger was. “You could’ve just told me.”
The change back to human looked no less horrifying. Morgan was relieved when Thane began to pull on his jeans. “Now what?”
He finished zipping and buttoning before gesturing to her to follow. Once she stood, he grabbed her belongings and led the way to one of the doors set in the living room’s back wall. It opened to a smallish bedroom. Morgan surveyed it, noting how unlived in the room looked. “I guess I’m staying here?”
Thane nodded, moving to the dresser to put her bag and safe down. She noticed he gave her a quick once over when he turned and decided to use the sudden display of interest to her advantage. Hands rising her hips, she blocked the doorway. “I want some answers.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Getting really tired of your silent act. How long do I have to stay here?”
His response was a shrug.
“Why are you my keeper?”
Another shrug.
She huffed in exasperation and tried to think of a question he’d have to verbally respond to. “I want to talk to Calhoun.”
Thane shook his head.
Morgan gritted her teeth. “This is bullshit.”
He stood silently by the dresser while she tried to think. What was she supposed to do? Go to bed like nothing had changed? “I don’t want to be here.”
No response. Maybe he was slow? Morgan dropped her hands. Slow didn’t mean stupid, but someone with a faster brain might have an advantage. “It’s against the law to kidnap people.”
He cocked his head. She had the feeling he wasn’t impressed by that argument. “Come on, I don’t want to be here. I have to talk to Calhoun.”
A slow, deliberate shake of his head answered her. Morgan felt a thrill of anger. “What are you going to do if I just walk the hell out of here? Tie me up?”
Thane shook his head again.
“So I can leave?”
No response. Morgan decided to take a chance. Turning, she left the room and crossed the living room to the door. It wouldn’t open and had some sort of keypad above the doorknob. She slapped both hands against the door, realizing it was metal. “Motherfucker!”
Trapped, she turned around to find Thane had followed her and was holding his hand out. “What do you want?”
He simply waited, watching her eyes. The gold sunburst was still present in his, no longer whirling, but slowly turning. After a long moment, Morgan sighed and put her hand in his.
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