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minute.” She ran up to her bedroom and hurriedly swiped some foundation beneath her eyes, hoping to hide some of the dark marks caused by the last couple of nights of restless sleep. Then she added a couple of brush strokes of mascara to her lashes and a dab of lip gloss. She stepped back to check her reflection. Far from perfect, but she’d pass for semi-human.
    A bit like Peter Haverly, a voice in her head echoed. Semi-human?
    She hesitated again and chewed on her lower lip. She would need to ask him about what happened in the closet when they’d been held captive together. Turning into an animal wasn’t something she could just brush over and pretend had never happened, even though a large chunk of her brain wanted to do exactly that. If it hadn’t been for Autumn also having seen what happened, all of the television reports on Blake’s cousin shifting into a wolf, and all the sightings of oversized wild animals, she’d have thought she was losing her mind. Hell, part of her still did wonder if she already had.
    No, she knew what she’d seen had been real, and how could her curiosity not be piqued? Plus, she had to admit, even though she was a little frightened of him, she wanted to spend more time in Peter’s company.
    Forcing a smile that felt more relaxed than she actually was, she headed back downstairs into the entrance hall, where she found Peter standing with her mother and father beside the front door.
    He looked up at her and smiled as she approached. “Ready?”
    She returned the smile. “Yep, good to go.”
    Her father opened the door to reveal the street beyond. At the curbside sat a big BMW sedan in black. Surely that wasn’t his car? The car alone put their modest three-bed house to shame.
    She kissed her mother and father goodbye, her mom still sending her excited grins with raised eyebrows, especially when she saw the size of the car Peter drove. No amount of frowning or glaring at her mom seemed to make any difference.
    “Take care of our girl,” her father called out to Peter.
    Peter’s eyes flicked from her father back to her, and she felt her heart quicken. “Oh, I will.”
    He opened the passenger door for her, allowing her to climb in before shutting it gently behind her, as if she were a child and he was worried about her getting her fingers trapped. She couldn’t decide if the gesture was old-fashioned and gentlemanly or just plain old-fashioned. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had opened a car door for her.
    Peter slid into the driver’s seat, the movement causing a waft of leather scented air to fill the space, and turned to her. “So, where are we going?”
    He’d thrown her. “I thought we were going to see Toby.”
    Peter laughed, a deep throated chuckle. “Yes, we are, but I don’t know the address.”
    “Oh, right.” She shook her head at herself and fumbled around in her purse for her phone where she’d stored the home address of the West family.
    She read out the address and Peter started up the engine and pulled away from the curb. The drapes in the front room of the house flickered as her parents peeped out of the window at them as they left.
    “I’m sorry about my folks,” she said. “They tend to be a bit … over-enthusiastic.”
    He glanced at her as he drove. “Not at all. I don’t blame them for being protective of you. I would be.”
    His words made her heart flutter again, her cheeks flushing. She glanced away until they went back to normal.
    “You know,” she said, “I haven’t really had the chance to talk to anyone about what happened that day. About what happened … to you.”
    “You mean the whole animal thing?”
    “Yeah. I should have talked to Autumn, but she’s been kind of tied up with this Blake guy.”
    Peter grinned. “They did seem a little busy when I went around earlier.”
    She pressed her lips together, her eyebrows lifted. “So you understand my point?”
    He reached out, the tips of his fingers making