Page 106 of Rejected By the Shifter King

Chapter Eight

“YOU DON’T LOOK HAPPYto see me,” Brandy said with a frown.

“Wouldyoulook happy if you were forced to deal with an unwanted guest?”

“No, not at all. Good thing I’m not that.”

“Actually—”

He stopped speaking when he saw her start sniffing.

Shit.

Brandy was sniffingeverywherenow, and then she was turning to him with her eyes full of...shock.

“I can’t believe it,” she gasped. “Who is she?”

He simply stared at her, his expression stony. He had forgotten how Brandy’s sense of smell had gotten a lot better, ever sinceThat Day.It was a phenomenon that was still neither fully explored nor explained, how the vampires’ emergence as a worldwide threat had certain preters either discovering or losing certain skills or—in Brandy’s case—experiencing heightened senses.

“She has to be someone who matters to you. Otherwise, you’d never let her come here.” She looked at him challengingly. “Tell me I’m wrong—”

“If you insist on taking my time, let’s talk about the reason you’ve come barging—”

Brandy dismissed his words away as if shooing a fly. “Don’t change the subject. This can only mean one thing. You’ve found yourma—”

“Quiet.” A command, issued sharply in a dangerously soft tone, and even someone as Brandy had to accede, as any pack member would to their alpha.

Brandy lowered her head in silent apology.

Hexius nodded.Forgiven.But the glint in his golden eyes was a warning that such recklessness moving forward would not go unpunished.

“Do I know her?” Brandy asked after a moment.

“You knowofher.”

Her brows furrowed. “So...a celebrity? I never thought—”

Hexius shot her a look, and Brandy grimaced.

“So...not someone famous then? But you said I knowofher...”