are,” he said firmly as he worked himself through the debris. Madison and the others emerged from the tunnel, eyes wide as they surveyed the crash. He raised a finger to his lips, asking for silence as he finally rounded the vehicle enough to see the occupant.
Time seemed to stand still as a disheveled brunette who was all thick legs fell from the car, her hair falling in a mess across her shoulders as she shook her head.
“Ow,” she said clearly to herself.
Jared let one of his shoes scuff the floor and the woman looked up at him. The huge muscles around the big shifter’s throat tightened involuntarily and his lungs locked up, unable to pump air into his system as he stared at her in wide-eyed surprise.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his words echoing the non-verbal assessment of his bear, who growled and pulsed emotions through his mind.
“What?” she asked, blinking at him in surprise.
The world shot back into focus. Jared shook his head, hoping his cheeks weren’t a dead giveaway to his embarrassment.
“Who are you?” he asked, trying to sound extra gruff to cover up.
The woman looked skittish. “I need your help,” she said, trying to pull her lips back into a smile. The fear in her eyes was so thick it was practically flowing off of her.
“Why are you scared of me?” he asked, squatting down on his haunches. In the periphery he could see his team come to a stop. They didn’t have much time, but something inside of him told Jared that if he didn’t do it now, he would never get another chance and he would regret it forever.
There was no hesitation in her answer. “Because you might actually be as bad as the news makes you out to be,” she said. “If that were true, you might hurt me.”
He frowned. “Do I have any reason to hurt you?” he asked.
“No,” the woman replied, just a little too quickly for his liking. Then, “Please, they’re not far behind me. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Who is not far behind you?” he asked, letting his eyes narrow, so that she got the hint it wasn’t okay to lie this time.
“Bad people,” she said. “I don’t know who they are, or what they do. But they look really evil, and I’m pretty sure they tried to do something bad to me earlier.”
Jared nodded once, sharply. “Come with me,” he said, trying not to let his attraction to her shine through as she stood up, her legs unfolding deliciously. His mouth went dry as she smoothed her hair down and tugged on her shirt, the motion momentarily accentuating the large swell of her breasts under the material. The formal outfit clashed somewhat with the more casual zip-up sweatshirt, but he let it slide.
“Madison, how long?” he asked, helping guide the newcomer through the wreckage around her vehicle.
“Almost there,” she said, disappearing back inside after giving the woman a long look, and then directing an equal one his way.
Jared got the hint. He was in charge of her for now.
The tension in the building continued to rise. Every second now they were risking assault from the Agency in numbers they might not be able to fight.
“Start from the beginning,” he told the brunette slowly. “Begin with your name, and then tell me everything that has to do with why you’re here, in as chronological of an order as you can. Okay?”
“Nadia,” the woman said promptly, sticking her hand out with more confidence than he thought she should possess.
“Jared,” he said, forcing himself to revise his opinion of her slightly upward. She was in deep shit, doing something that as far as he could tell she thought was crazy, but she was still confident enough to try and shake his hand.
Interesting. Perhaps there is more to her than crashing down other people’s doors.
“I used to work for the city,” she said bluntly. “Nothing fancy, just data work. Anyway, I got a promotion yesterday, for helping clean up some long-standing files. So I was transferred to a new division