apartment and sweeping up what little was strewn around. The challenge had been ignoring Hunter, slanted against the wall, his ever-watchful eyes doing just that. Her luggage had been sitting by her lump of a bed in the exact same place she’d left it the moment she’d first passed through those doors not four months ago. She tore through her apartment like a whirlwind, gathering what few possessions she owned and tossing them carelessly into the suitcase. Such paltry things, hardly worth saving, and when she was finished, she and Hunter abandoned her apartment with little more than the key left on the counter. This was the reason she rented by the month.
His place , he’d said, and her stomach clenched just thinking about it. What was it about this wolf that had her so confused?
A faint scent carried on the wind and Angel tensed, her narrowed eyes studying the shadows for the source. It didn’t matter how many times she whipped around, there appeared to be no one following them. Worse, Hunter appeared completely at ease.
The sound of her luggage wheels rolling over the pavement was loud in the dead of night, but Angel ignored it, her ears primed for the more natural sounds of crickets chirping in the tall grasses and the wind whipping through the reeds of the nearby swamp. She could even make out a couple of small mice burrowing through the loose soil and an owl silently stalking them. It was when the wildlife suddenly went quiet that she knew she had reason to fear.
“There’s a bus stop just around the corner.” Hunter’s quiet voice sundered the silence.
Angel jumped and her fingers tensed around her luggage. Yes, there was a bus stop. In fact, it was the same stop where she’d purchased her ticket. For a moment her chest tightened; was he letting her go? Her thoughts wavered, torn between her head and heart. She should run—that was the smart thing to do. Sadly, it seemed her brain had little in the way of control.
Hunter turned and slowly slid his arms around her waist, drawing her into his chest. Her heart rate spiked, her lips tingling with the memory of that kiss, and she found herself straining toward him, craving another taste.
His head ducked and the warm press of his mouth found her ear. “Pretend we’re saying goodbye,” he whispered, his breath pooling against her neck.
Pretend? She tipped her head back and fell into the depths of his eyes as her hand crept up his chest. Who were they pretending for? Her fingers flexed the moment he dipped down, her excitement barely containable. This wasn’t healthy, this odd infatuation she had with him. He is an alpha —the words chanted through her mind, yet when his lips sealed around hers, she melted into him, her arm sliding around his neck.
The kiss was little more than a brush of lips and she shivered when his mouth dragged across her jaw, settling at her ear once more.
“We’re being followed,” he whispered.
Her stomach lurched; she should have trusted her instincts. “Seth?”
“Shh,” he murmured softly as he threaded his fingers through her hair and smoothed it back behind her ear. “I won’t let anything happen to you. But I need you to enter the bus station like you’re leaving.”
Her breath caught and her fingers latched onto his shirt. Bait. He wanted her to play bait. It must be Seth, then, and her entire body froze with fear.
Aware of her impending panic, he backed away and cupped her face between his palms, his lips crooking into a small smile. A final kiss and he turned and vanished into the shadows.
Surely those following wouldn’t believe that he’d just left? The ticket she’d bought had been purchased for the eleven twenty-five bus, only fifteen minutes from now, and it was practically burning a hole through her pocket. She should leave right now, hop on the bus and never look back. Could she do that?
Following his instruction, she wrapped her fingers loosely around the metal handle of the terminal door and
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