Page 60 of His Haunted Desire

Talk about shitty timing.

I leap to my feet and pull on my pants, rushing shirtless to the door. It probably takes me thirty seconds, too damn long. The guard is lying unconscious on the ground, a dent in his mask as though he was struck with something heavy.

There’s a note on the floor next to him, written in red ink… or something else.

Next time, I won’t miss.

I rush down the hallway, look left and right, but there’s no sign of the bastard anywhere. I quickly return to the room. Aurora has gotten dressed in the meantime. She kneels next to the guard, helping him to sit up.

“What happened?” I grunt.

Aurora looks sharply at me. “He needs medical attention.”

“And he’ll get it… once he tells me what happened.”

“A man in a wolf mask,” the guard groans.

“A wolf mask,” I mutter. “Julian often wears those.”

“He rushed me. Hit me. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. We’ll get you some help.”

Aurora and I take the guard to the main hall and hand him over to two guards.

Then I take Aurora’s arm.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

Am I imagining the tightness in her voice? The repressed lust?

We were so close. Despite the sudden change in mood, my body is still aching. My manhood is still hard and hungry. I do my best to repress my desires, push them down, pretend they don’t exist.

“To talk with the wolf.”

I guide her through the mansion to Julian’s room. He answers the door with bleary eyes, as if he’s just woken up. An act?

I grab the front of his shirt and push him against the wall.

“No more games,” I snarl. “Was it you?”

He pushes at my hand. Tears in his eyes. “No, man.No. I can’t believe you’d think that about me.”

“I never thought you’d rip me off, but you did that.”

“I swear on Grandmother, this wasn’t me.”

“Someone just came to my room wearing a wolf mask and assaulted one of our guards.”

Julian shakes his head stubbornly. “Not me.”

“You’ve got no way to prove that.”

“Neither do you,” Julian says. “Because I didn’t do it.”

My hand trembles as I think about shoving him repeatedly against the wall until his bones break. It’s only Aurora’s hand on my arm that stops me and calms me down… somewhat.

“You’re lucky she’s here,” I snarl.