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Fuck.

She was closer to the truth than I’d realized.

“This doesn’t prove anything,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

Her head whipped toward me with her eyes blazing.“Don’t lie to me.”

I froze.

Because no one talked to me like that.No one called me on my bullshit.

But she had.

And instead of snapping, I found myself staring at her mouth, wondering what it would feel like pressed against mine.

Dangerous.

I stepped back and put distance between us.“You need to go home.Now.That’s enough for today.”

Her arms crossed over her chest.“And if I don’t?”

“Then I will physically take you home and make sure you stay there.”

Her lips curved into something between a smirk and a challenge.“So either way, you’re stuck with me.”

My jaw clenched.“Looks like it.”

And for the first time in a long damn time, I felt the ground shift under me.

Because I knew this wasn’t just about Demi’s brother anymore.

This was about her.

And God help me; I wasn’t sure I wanted to let her go.

Chapter Eight

Demi

I didn’t know what I expected when I demanded Werewolf’s help.

Maybe for him to laugh in my face.Maybe for him to shove me out the door and slam it behind me.

I hadn’t expected him to actually agree.

Well, “agree” was generous.More like he’d snarled that he’d keep me on a short leash until he figured out what was going on.His tone had made it sound like a prison sentence.Still, it was something.

And “something” was more than I’d had in six months.

That’s how I ended up in the passenger seat of his truck a few hours later.The city lights blurred past as we drove into territory I didn’t recognize.The silence between us was thick, broken only by the rumble of the engine and the occasional drag of his hand over the steering wheel.

I clutched my bag in my lap.My mind spun with questions I didn’t dare ask.

Who are we going to see?

What are you going to do to them?

What am I doing here?