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into my arms before I cou

, Lisa.

barely enough to

r half of what it needed to. I stared at

eeves in July. She alway

t happened t

that would hide the wince every time she shifted her weight. "I j

't dance. I've never da

already heard enough. Marcus. Her boyfriend. Her boss. The man who owned this club and, apparently, owned her too, in whatever twisted arrangemen

n," I said quietly. I

nswer. She di

hould say no. But then she said the thing that ki

back there tips big. Like big enough f

il

too fast. The cardiologist's voice from three weeks ago, gentle and clinical in the way doctors get when they're delivering somet

e in the world was going to cover the di

outfit in my hands l

ne. Show me where to

ant part of the whole costume, and maybe it was. Black, simple, covering just

hat more th

e up and started pacing. My wolf. Restless. Alert. She hadn't stretched her legs in this world in years not since I'd buried her u

ld her. Not ton

sten. She neve

teady, mask heavy against my cheekbones, and with every step my

he other side o

rom the last place my old pack had ever set foot. What were they doing here? Why now? Wh

I could turn around. Sasha's legs. M

ow, earthy thread that only another wolf could catch. Four men lounged across the leather sea

eant it, and the first few shuffling attempts I

or?" one of them said, l

, sweetheart, just t

y. Give us somethin

mall a long time ago, kept my spine straight and my mouth shut. I took a step back anyway, some instinct screami

't mo

low, cold, absolutely certain of being obeyed. And it was obeyed.

I could stop myself, and the flo

back of the seat like he'd been carved into that pose and left there for cen

t myself think about that face in five years. And yet here it was, unchanged in all the ways that mattered, the

had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with a bo

my mask. Thank God. T

htened like soldiers

lph

any wolf in this room by accident.

ened to yo

ooked away f

e it was already decided, like

– not unkindly, but without asking and set me down on his la

over what little of my face it left uncovered, and something flickered there. Calcul

e know

t my thigh, muffled bene

he sound, then toward him, somet

It's Luna