a Simo

ound garage, and sat in the driver's seat of the black Maybach. My hands gripp

ying a chill and the heavy smell of liquor, filli

d his eyes closed and his brow tight, so I too

try next week." He opened his eyes all of a s

tened on the wheel. The car bumped hard

ame from the back seat. "What's wrong? Hearing y

my eyes glued to the lane ahead. "Mr. Gannon is

, his huge shadow covering me. "Looks to me like

k of my neck. The strong smell of cedarwood mix

I tried to stay calm, though my voic

ved sharply across the lane. I slammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel to the

spun me around in my seat to face h

ago to escape an arranged marriage, do you think you'd ever have cli

out my fear. I met his glare and shouted back, "Ganno

ide the car turned freezing, and the dark gray

growled, the sound of his inner wolf

y head, yanked me toward him, and sank hi

is teeth broke the skin, but he stopped just short

e bond for life, so stopping halfway like this was a near-Marking-

pain. I pushed hard against his soli

g back, he lowered his head and crushed his

jolt like live electricity burst betwee

ates. I felt his body freeze too, his br

omething hungry and desperate, his tongue

their strength and grabbed the collar of his

of liquor and cedarwood, he shoved me awa

heavily, he wiped his mouth hard with the back

in disbelief. That brief spark felt lik

te heat scent to seduce me." He threw the cold wo

epped on the gas. The Maybach roared away fro

but my whole body felt freezing as I