Then she turns and walks out of the barn, back toward the house, leaving me standing there with a pitchfork in my hands and a decision made.
Tonight, everything changes.
I claim what's been mine for far too long.
Grace Dalton becomes mine, and God help anyone who tries to stop me.
CHAPTER TWO
Grace
I'm still shaking when I pull into the circular driveway in front of the main house.
My hands grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white, and I have to force myself to breathe.
In through my nose, out through my mouth.
Like I'm calming a spooked horse instead of my own racing heart.
Meet me tonight. Midnight. The north pasture gate.
Shadow's voice echoes in my head, low and rough and absolutely certain.
Like he already knows I'm going to say yes.
Like the decision was made the moment he stepped close to me in that barn.
Maybe it was.
I should go back inside.
Should have dessert with my family, help clean up, and act normal.
But my legs feel like jelly, and I'm pretty sure everyone will take one look at my face and know exactly what happened in that barn.
Dakota's going to ask questions. Mom's going to make comments. And if Dad notices...
No. I can't think about that right now.
I put the truck in drive and pull away from the house before anyone can come looking for me.
The gravel crunches under my tires, and I take the long way around the property toward my cabin, giving myself time to think.
Except I can't think.
All I can do is feel.
Shadow's breath against my ear.
His voice promising things that should terrify me but don't.
The way he looked at me like I was something precious and dangerous all at once.
If you show up, there's no going back. You're mine after that. Completely.
The words send heat spiraling through my belly, settling low and insistent between my thighs.
I'm insomuch trouble.
