“Aurora?” he murmurs, his lilt exceedingly evident as he rolls thersounds in my name.
“Lark,” I correct him, trying to steady myself. He uttered my legal name in a low enough voice that no one else could have overheard him, but that doesn’t mean I want to risk him saying it again, as he’s already said it twice. “And no, I’ll get my own bag, thank you.”
I use those words as a reason to step around him and walk over to the trunk to deposit my suitcase in the back.
When I turn around, I find him right behind me, the lethal predator moving on silent feet. I don’t jump. I don’t even wince. I just… stare up at him. “How long have you worked for my brother?”
He smiles. “That’s the question you want to ask me, little bee?”
“Little bee?” He called me that once before. “Seriously?”
He leans down, crowding into my space as he presses his nose to my neck.
Shivers break out down my spine, followed by a trail of goose bumps as his cologne drowns me in a wave of cinnamon and hot honey.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to make you buzz,” he whispers against my ear. “My sweet little bee.” His lips brush my cheek, then he steps back and gestures toward the car with his chin. “Let’s go.”
“You realize my brother will kill you if you touch me, right?” I demand, not following him as he goes to the back door and opens it.
The smile Noah flashes me is borderline mercurial. “I’m sure he’ll try, yes.” He cocks his head. “Now, are you going to enter the car willingly? Or do I need to start shouting your real name?”
My jaw clenches.
“Ms. Bia?—”
I step forward. “Stop.”
He simply grins again, and I understand why Syrus called Silva.
Because the Widows Peak Sheriff was right.
This man—thiswasp—is insane. I can see it in the way he looks at me. He’s probably a psychopath, actually. No emotions. No remorse. Just a calculated killer.
And he’s my scent match.
Fucking fate.
I skirt around his muscular form to slide into the car. His natural heat practically bathes me in a warm wave of alpha energy, ensuring I feel him on every inch of my skin as I settle onto the leather seat.
Then he closes me inside, and I’m suddenly surrounded by his scent.
A scent that deepens when he takes over the driver’s side of the sedan.
I’m so screwed, I think, closing my eyes for a second.
But then an idea hits me, and I pull out my phone to type a furious message off to my brother.I can’t believe you sent a scent-matching alpha to escort me home. Dad is going to end up killing this poor man now.
I almost giggle at that last part becausepoor manis not a good description for Noah Dragon. Something tells me if my father tries to take him out, he’ll fight back.
He’ll lose, of course. They all do. But he won’t go down easily.
My phone buzzes with a reply, almost like my brother was waiting for my reaction.
But his response confuses me.Noah’s your scent match?
You’re really going to play dumb?I fire back.
How could I know he would be your match?he returns.Don’t you dare let him touch you, Aurora.
