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outside?
    He used his other hand to grab the cell from her and toss it across the room. The crack of it hitting hardwood floors was assurance enough that her phone was a goner.
    A whimper of terror escaped against his palm and she closed her eyes as her knees threatened to give out.
    In the darkness of her house she struggled to see him, even as the rasp of his voice hinted familiarity. She tried to breathe in his scent, but there was only the faint smell of bleach.
    But beneath that…the subtle, glaring smell of—
    “And don’t even think about shifting. It will get ugly.”
    Shapeshifter. The voice clicked. Holy crap. It was Stan. He’d followed her home?
    She didn’t trust the relief that smacked through her, and she reached up to grab his wrist in an attempt to pull it off her mouth.
    He didn’t budge, and she made a noise of frustration.
    “Recognize me that quick, Curls?” The rasp in his voice eased and a grimness replaced it.
    She gave a small nod. Take your hand off my mouth , she urged silently. Let me talk to you .
    Her heart had slowed some, but she wasn’t stupid. He’d followed her home, broken inside, and not because he wanted to get to know her better. No. Stan’s purpose for being here right now could be nothing less than nefarious.
    But why? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she was in trouble. Dammit, she never should’ve trusted him tonight. Should’ve sent him packing immediately from her table.
    “I don’t trust you not to scream—and I don’t care how far away your neighbors are,” he said softly. “I won’t deal well with it.”
    Well, yeah, screaming and fighting would come ultimately the first chance she got.
    He really hadn’t given off the rapist or serial killer vibe in the bar, but then again, maybe that’s exactly what he was, because clearly her instincts were crap.
    A hysterical laugh got stranded in her throat.
    “You live alone, don’t you?”
    She wanted to lie. Oh God, she wanted to lie, but she knew he’d sense the truth.
    Still, she managed the tiniest shake of her head.
    He paused for a moment, and it seemed neither of them breathed, before he gave a harsh laugh.
    “One thing you’ll find out real fast, Curls. I hate being fucking lied to.” He spun her around again so she faced away from him. “Now, let’s get you in the other room.”
    Other room? With his hand still smothering her mouth, he used his free arm to wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground.
    He strode down the hall, carrying her struggling form. In the darkness she grew aware oh his state of dress. Or undress. Clearly he’d shifted into his wolf side to follow her home—which was pretty risky in itself.
    Nudity was part of shifter life, and usually it took more than seeing a pair balls swinging free to make her uncomfortable. But being pressed up against him like this—her mind ran between fear and awareness of the size of his muscled body.
    When he turned into her bedroom, her blood turned to ice and fear became the dominant emotion.
    He dropped her on the bed so that she fell onto her hands and knees.
    With the hand momentarily gone from her mouth, she let out a hoarse scream and scrambled away from him.
    But before she could get to the other side of the mattress, he was on it and grabbing her hips, stopping her escape.
    He flipped her deftly onto her back and his large, naked body immediately straddled hers.
    Terror clogged in her throat and she lashed at him with nails that already lengthened into claws.
    “Stop screaming, Sage, no one can hear you.” He growled low in his throat as he avoided her swipe at his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Words. That’s all they were, and he proved it by catching her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head.
    Her hips jerked against his as she struggled to buck him from her. But the determination in his gaze hit her like a fist, and realization began to settle this wasn’t going to end well for