He doesn’t ask what that is, and I don’t offer an explanation. I don’t need to. But I pray to the Goddess it doesn’t come to that because I know I won’t be able to see it through. “Are you okay to come for a walk?” I say instead.
“Where?” The hint of fear gets suddenly stronger, but to his credit, he tries hard not to show it.
“Outside.” I shrug. “The forest helps me think clearer, no distractions.”
“Or witnesses.” he says under his breath.
I grin, flashing my teeth. “That too.”
His eyes go wide as he realises I can hear him. “Wanker.” He doesn’t bother to keep his voice down this time, and there’s a suspicious cough from across the room, which I ignore.
Morgan’s surprisingly mouthy for someone whose life’s just been threatened. Fear still taints the air between us, but it’s now buried within a confusing mix of emotions that I’m not stupid enough to try and untangle.
Or admit that I like.
“Shall we?” I have no explanation for why I instinctively hold out my hand to him, even less as to why he takes it. But I know exactly why warmth flares along my arm and throughout my whole body.
Morgan let’s go of me with a sharp inhale and busies himself smoothing out his borrowed clothes.
Did he feel that?
I’ve no idea how it works for a human. I’ve never wanted, or needed, to find out.
And you shouldn’t now.
I do though.
Curiosity burns in my chest, but it can fuck off. I shove my hands in my pockets. “Ready?”
“Lead the way.”
12
MORGAN
This is so fucking surreal.
I’m trying hard to wrap my head around the fact I’m in the Wild Wolves’ compound, surrounded byshifters.
Who all want me dead.
Probably.
My life is literally hanging in the balance, and yet I’m not freaking out. Maybe it’s shock? A delayed reaction to everything that’s happened in the last few days. It’s a lot to take in.
Part of me wonders if I’m still on that forest floor and this is all a hallucination.
“This way.” Lynx heads around the side of the main house. He slows his pace to match mine, and I’m silently grateful.
I feel a hundred times better than I did earlier, but I still tread carefully, not wanting a repeat any time soon. We walk side by side, close enough that his arm brushes mine, and I shiver at the contact.
He’s so warm.
And he smells good.
God’s sake, Morgan. What the fuck is wrong with me? Lynx said they’ll kill me if they don’t believe I’ll keep their secret, and here I am thinking about him like we’re on a date or something.
“Where are we going?” I ask, anything to get my mind off him. The house looks big enough from the front, but as we round the side, I realise it’s even bigger than I thought. There’s a patio that runs the width of the building. There’s plenty of comfy-looking outdoor furniture and I wonder if this is some sort of meeting place. Do they all get together at night and socialise?
