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Page 14 of Enter the Lair

“That’s quite a theory.”

“Is it?When did Cyril bite you?and where?because it isn’t on your neck.”

“How do you know I’m changing?”

“You’re not changing as quickly as Lucy, but you’re showing some signs.Answer my question,” he said forcefully.

Sarah considered not answering, but she needed all the facts.“He bit my arm a year and a half ago.It barely drew blood.”

His stare was intense.“You didn’t show any signs or feel any different until today?”

“Idon’tfeel any different because I’mnotchanging.”

“You ran like a rabbit back there.Your ankle should be throbbing in pain.It isn’t, is it?”

Sarah had forgotten about her ankle.“I heal fast,” she said bitterly.

“You could barely walk on it a few hours ago,” Devon said.“You don’t heal that fast.”

Sarah swallowed.He couldn’t be right.Yet despite her fear she acknowledged that running through the forest appealed to her.She also knew if Devon was right her father would be the first person to hunt her down.The other things he would do would be worse.She couldn’t expose Devon to Brian Marksmen.The world believed he was a merciless hunter.They had no idea how sadistic he truly was.

She forced steel into her voice.“I’m not your mate Devon.I can’t be.”

He moved a step towards her.In spite of her fear, she noticed how perfect his body was.The firm muscles that flexed beneath his skin.Her gaze involuntarily moved between his legs.His flaccid cock began to harden under her hungry eyes.She turned away as a feeling of warmth infused her body.It was the same feeling she’d had back at the lodge, but she’d chalked that up to the situation.Now she wasn’t so sure.

“Sarah.You’re going to change.It may not be quick, but you need to know what is going to happen.Let me help you.”He sounded so reasonable as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her entire life.

She lowered her gun.She needed more information before she could make a rational decision about her next move.“I’ll allow you to tell me about your species, but I’m not agreeing to anything.Are we clear?”

A vein pulsed in Devon’s jaw.“We’re clear.”

“Let’s go back to the Lodge.I’m not standing in the woods all afternoon with a naked man.”

“Since you chose to run towards it instead of the Lodge, my house is only a mile away.I recommend we go there first.”

Sarah hadn’t realized she’d run the wrong way.She had an excellent sense of direction.She never got lost not even as a child.It was a rare mistake.“It makes sense to go there and grab clothing for you first.”Really, what else could she say?

Devon smiled.She sensed his victory as strange as the sensation was.It pissed her off.“I wouldn’t get too overconfident if I were you.”

Devon didn’t hide his smirk.“Why?”

“I may still shoot you.”

* * *

Devon was relieved to take Sarah home even though he was pissed off that Cyril had bitten her.He saw flashes of his cougar attacking Cyril.He had to remind his beast that his demoralized cousin was a victim.That whoever experimented on him was the true aggressor.His cat grumpily agreed, but only so it could concentrate on securing its mate.It wanted Devon to bite her.To speed up the transformation.It saw no reason to wait.

Although Devon struggled knowing Cyril’s bite was on his mate.He needed more information about the attack.

He saw the quick glances Sarah shot in his direction when she believed his attention was on the forest.She couldn’t stop looking at him.Although he had never been vain, he liked her attraction to his body.

They reached his home quickly.He opened the door to a rush of fur.Sasha was always excited to see him and this was no exception.His puppy was oblivious to the tension surrounding them as she darted between him and Sarah, licking his leg then bounding back to rub against Sarah.

He watched Sarah smile as she picked Sasha up.The tiny rottweiler continued to squirm in her arms with excitement.“Let’s get her inside.”He ushered Sarah in and shut the door.

Sarah turned to him.“If you want to talk, I would prefer you wear some clothes.”She sat on the couch with Sasha on her lap.

Devon’s cat complained as he held back a smile.Sarah was fighting her attraction.Devon could feel it.Not that he would tell Sarah about that connection.Not yet.