Page 40 of A Clash of Moonlight
“You have no evidence of that, and you were going to kill her anyway.”
“She is ours to kill.”
“If she was yours, you’d have control of her.”
His silence made the night air chill on her skin. She turned the key in the doorknob.
“Arcuro will want blood,” Jared said.
“Only if he thinks a werewolf killed her.” If he’d been in front of her, he would have felt the magic in her words and the power in her gaze. He would have felt the challenge.
She gripped the doorknob and turned. “Where are you—”
The door jerked open too fast. Blake loomed on the other side of the threshold, gold-edged eyes blazing down at her.
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“What’s wrong?” Blake demanded.
Nora ended the call. “Nothing.”
His eyes narrowed. “It doesn’t feel like nothing.”
She’d let her shields fall. She built them up again and brushed past him and into her home.
He followed her in and shut the door. “Something is irritating you.”
“You’re irritating me.”
“Who was on the phone?”
She walked to the kitchen and took a glass out of the cabinet. When she moved to the sink to fill it with water, Blake braced his hand on the counter, blocking her path.
Her already restless wolf rattled her cage. “It’s none of your business, Blake.”
“Wrong. When something is distracting enough to make you unaware of your surroundings, it’s a safety issue. Who do I need to kill?”
Her mouth flattened. That last part wasn’t exactly an empty threat—he would kill for her without a second thought—but he was mostly making a point. She was increasingly cutting herself off from the pack, and that put a kink in their magical network. Their connections wouldn’t move as fluidly. There would be a ripple, an agitation in the water that Blake, her father, and the other more dominant wolves would want to smooth out.
“I get it,” she said coolly. “Now move.”
He remained in place, of course, for almost five full seconds before his expression changed, shifting from cold and unforgiving to deceptively calm and indifferent. He moved out of her way.
She turned on the water and filled her glass. “What are you doing here?”
He sat at the kitchen table. “You haven’t cashed the check.”
Her wolf growled. “Let me clarify. Why did my father send you?”
“You’re in a mood. You sleeping with anyone?”
It took an effort to keep her heart rate steady. “No one worth mentioning.”
He made a noise as if that was her problem—it wasn’t—then propped his feet up on another chair and studied her. If he hadn’t been a friend, if he hadn’t been like a brother to her, he would have been a worthy conquest. He wasn’t as tall as Jared, but he had a similar athletic frame. He must have arrived at her house in wolf form because he wore a pair of the sweatpants she kept in the chest by the door, and the shirt he’d slipped on was tight enough to show off his very well-toned body. He was never sexually frustrated because women, both human and wolf, went willingly to his bed with even the most casual of looks.
That was one of his specialties, making casual look sexy as hell. Honestly, it was too bad that they were so close.
Blake noticed the way she was looking at him, and he grinned as if she was proving his point.