my weaknesses in our training sessions. Men were physically stronger—that was an undeniable fact. He taught me to fight by keeping my distance. I was stubborn about it, and wanted to make bold moves like he did, but now I understood why he taught me to fight defensively.
When Logan turned around, tangles of hair obscured his face. He surged forward and I threw out my hands, shocking him with a burst of energy. He sailed through the air as if pulled by invisible strings, hitting the corner of the sofa before he slammed against the hard floor.
I tensed when he looked over his shoulder and sliced me apart with his gaze. I’d never thrown my power into another Breed before. My palms were warm, but my core light was cooler from the transference, and I shivered.
“What’s the matter? Never been knocked on your ass by a woman?”
Logan didn’t stand up, he flew at me so fast that I lost balance and fell flat on my back. The breath knocked out of my lungs and he caged me with his body. His fingers locked around my wrists like shackles. I tried to touch him, but he angled his arms and I couldn’t reach them.
I flinched and turned my head to the side, baring my throat to him. Submissive, yes, but maybe he would go straight for the jugular and end this game.
The ends of his hair tickled my forehead as he stared down at me. I braced myself when he lowered his face so close that I could smell mint on his breath. Logan rubbed his cheek against mine, and I stared at him in puzzlement.
He suddenly hopped to his feet, lifting me by the wrists.
“Show me where you lay.”
I gave him the middle finger with my over-the-shoulder glare. He took a deep breath and pushed me forward—wrists bound behind my back—until I stumbled across my bedroom.
“I believe I’ve shown remarkable restraint, despite how you resist. Remove the laces from those shoes and hand them to me.” he said, pointing at the red sneakers. “Then you can put them on.”
“And what if I say no?”
He stepped in front of the sofa and took a seat, spreading his arms over the wide back and crossing his legs. “Well then, I look forward to meeting your Ghuardian. What time does he arrive?” A threat weaved itself into his words.
There was no choice to consider, as I would never put my Ghuardian’s life at risk. I removed the laces from the sneakers, slipped them on, and spun around with a squeak.
A rich, potent aroma filled the air and I pinched my nose. I never smelled anything quite like it. It was dark and heady, filling every pore in my body, and I wanted to yield to it. It was an aromatic aphrodisiac weakening me—relaxing me.
Logan stretched his long back against the red sofa chair I slept on. I couldn’t look him in the eye because his gaze was too intimate, but I could feel him watching me. Whatever he was doing felt like a private act, something I shouldn’t see. He twisted once more, and the cushion hissed beneath his body.
I had never heard of a Chitah, but I knew one simple, undeniable fact: Logan was marking his territory.
Chapter 10
My wrists were bound behind my back with slender shoelaces. I had to give him points for hostage creativity. We moved down the outside hall until we reached the metal ladder. A fine mist coated my face as I glanced through the open hatch at the black, abysmal sky. Did he expect me to climb up with my hands tied?
The question was answered when he lifted me off the ground, halfway over his shoulder. His muscles trembled and I thought I was going to slide off, but Logan Cross carried me up that ladder with one arm and never broke stride.
For a tall man, he drove a cheap little car. Someone keyed the silver door on the passenger side, leaving a deep scratch. I don’t know why that one little thing stood out, but it did. Justus babied his cars; men like him didn’t put up with imperfection.
Once inside, he pulled out a cell phone and slid the key in the ignition.
“I have the female. Where do you
When Logan turned around, tangles of hair obscured his face. He surged forward and I threw out my hands, shocking him with a burst of energy. He sailed through the air as if pulled by invisible strings, hitting the corner of the sofa before he slammed against the hard floor.
I tensed when he looked over his shoulder and sliced me apart with his gaze. I’d never thrown my power into another Breed before. My palms were warm, but my core light was cooler from the transference, and I shivered.
“What’s the matter? Never been knocked on your ass by a woman?”
Logan didn’t stand up, he flew at me so fast that I lost balance and fell flat on my back. The breath knocked out of my lungs and he caged me with his body. His fingers locked around my wrists like shackles. I tried to touch him, but he angled his arms and I couldn’t reach them.
I flinched and turned my head to the side, baring my throat to him. Submissive, yes, but maybe he would go straight for the jugular and end this game.
The ends of his hair tickled my forehead as he stared down at me. I braced myself when he lowered his face so close that I could smell mint on his breath. Logan rubbed his cheek against mine, and I stared at him in puzzlement.
He suddenly hopped to his feet, lifting me by the wrists.
“Show me where you lay.”
I gave him the middle finger with my over-the-shoulder glare. He took a deep breath and pushed me forward—wrists bound behind my back—until I stumbled across my bedroom.
“I believe I’ve shown remarkable restraint, despite how you resist. Remove the laces from those shoes and hand them to me.” he said, pointing at the red sneakers. “Then you can put them on.”
“And what if I say no?”
He stepped in front of the sofa and took a seat, spreading his arms over the wide back and crossing his legs. “Well then, I look forward to meeting your Ghuardian. What time does he arrive?” A threat weaved itself into his words.
There was no choice to consider, as I would never put my Ghuardian’s life at risk. I removed the laces from the sneakers, slipped them on, and spun around with a squeak.
A rich, potent aroma filled the air and I pinched my nose. I never smelled anything quite like it. It was dark and heady, filling every pore in my body, and I wanted to yield to it. It was an aromatic aphrodisiac weakening me—relaxing me.
Logan stretched his long back against the red sofa chair I slept on. I couldn’t look him in the eye because his gaze was too intimate, but I could feel him watching me. Whatever he was doing felt like a private act, something I shouldn’t see. He twisted once more, and the cushion hissed beneath his body.
I had never heard of a Chitah, but I knew one simple, undeniable fact: Logan was marking his territory.
Chapter 10
My wrists were bound behind my back with slender shoelaces. I had to give him points for hostage creativity. We moved down the outside hall until we reached the metal ladder. A fine mist coated my face as I glanced through the open hatch at the black, abysmal sky. Did he expect me to climb up with my hands tied?
The question was answered when he lifted me off the ground, halfway over his shoulder. His muscles trembled and I thought I was going to slide off, but Logan Cross carried me up that ladder with one arm and never broke stride.
For a tall man, he drove a cheap little car. Someone keyed the silver door on the passenger side, leaving a deep scratch. I don’t know why that one little thing stood out, but it did. Justus babied his cars; men like him didn’t put up with imperfection.
Once inside, he pulled out a cell phone and slid the key in the ignition.
“I have the female. Where do you
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