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when she had to, or shove a knife in his gut. H e knew enough a bout cats to know never to back them in to a corner, because they’d scratch your eyes out. No, he couldn’t trust her. Next time she might aim higher.
    His wolf could s mell her wariness. She was bone- tired which concerned him. N ow he had to dig a transmitter out of her.
    One thing was for sure , she didn’t remember him from the brothel either . He had to admit that if it wasn’t for his wolf, he wouldn’t have recognized her, but the wolf was never wrong. He needed to know why no one at the brothel knew of her, how had she ended up with Alvarez and why the hell was she running? Did she know something she shouldn’t? Why did she steal his money—not that he cared right now.
    She pulled her braid over her shoulder. Tugging her sweatshirt as high as she could, she laid her head on her cradled arms. The delicate bones of her spine drew his attention. His canines elongated just thinking about kissing every one of them—slow—slow enough to savor them for hours. After that, he’d turn her over and enjoy her front. His cock throbbed bone - hard imagining all the ways he could tease and taste.
    Focusing back on his mate, he contemplated going from kissing to slicing. H e cursed himself. “I don’t have time to give you a local painkiller, so it’s gonna hurt like hell, and I’m sorry.” But it’s certainly gonna hurt me more than you.
    His beast was antsy, prowling around like a caged animal. Rio had to admit he’d never paid any attention to mated werewolves. His grandparents had loved and fawned over each other enough to make him sick to his stomach. His parents weren’t true mates, just tolerated one another…barely. Rio’s dad was a mean son of a bitch, so he was sure he’d got ten his propensity for killing from his dad and the love of black coffee from his mom .
    “Just get it over with.”
    Rio had searched for this woman, but he’d always imagined sliding between those silky thighs, not slicing her shoulder open. After pulling her shirt up further, he felt around for the chip. She stiffened beneath him.
    Pressing on the chip, he had to admit, someone secured it in a good place for concealment. After it was injected under her skin, it probably was a little bit sore, and if she’d looked in the mirror, she wouldn’t have seen anything. Alvarez must want this woman something fierce, and Rio needed to find out the reason so he could protect her.
    He wiped his hands with an alcohol towel, knowing full well he should go wash them, but she’d run like a scalded dog. Using another alcohol wipe, he cleansed the area. When he was patching up himself, he wouldn’t bother with cleanliness because a werewolf just didn’t need it. He could always shift later and heal. But she was human. Grabbing the scalpel, he took a deep breath. There was no easy way to do this. Pinching the chip between two fingers, he sliced the subtle skin, surprised when she didn’t cry out or flinch. With a little squeeze, the offending object slipped from her skin and in between his fingers.
    After dropping the offending chip into his pocket, he sewed her wound together with two Frankenstein stitches. He’d stitched himself up a couple of times when he wasn’t in a position to shift. These stitches were ugly and would probably scar, but he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time. After covering it with a bandage, he let her shirt drop to cover all that creamy skin.
    There was a driving compulsion in him, the need to figure out how to get her to come with him, keep her alive, and how to get her in his bed. His wolf said getting her in bed was a terrific idea. Whatever it t akes .
    His Cat sat up and tugged her sweatshirt down. Awful shame to hide that delicate flesh, but he had shit to do , as well as figure out how to keep her with him. “How does it feel?”
    “It’s…fine.”
    Yeah, he just bet it was. Her face paled , her breathing c ame in spurts. She’s