Fuck no.
“Think I’ll pass.” No way do I want to risk running into Jet.
Lynx smirks, but his expression sobers as he adds, “He has his reasons for not trusting people.”
I’m sure he does, but he still scares the shit out of me. I hurry past the door. “Soo,” I say, lowering my voice in case I’m not supposed to talk about this. “Corey’s blood...”
Lynx comes to a complete stop and faces me. “What about it?” His voice is lower, rougher, suddenly, and the hairs rise on the back of my neck.
“Is that why I healed so quickly?” I’ve been thinking about it ever since he told me. “My injuries were bad, weren’t they? But shifters have accelerated healing.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that what it said in that book you were reading?”
“Is it true?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. “And yes, that’s why you healed faster than we were expecting.”
I didn’t think he’d be that honest and it takes the wind out of my sails a little. I thought I’d have to pry the answers out of him. “Where are we going?” I try, but this time he shakes his head.
“Wait and see.” He grins, a proper smile this time instead of the wild one that shows all his teeth. It’s pretty fucking potent this close and I swallow the urge to step closer, to slide a hand a long his jaw and?—
“Morgan.” He makes my name sound soft and inviting, and I feel myself leaning in anyway.
His eyes darken, and my breath hitches.
This is such a bad idea, monumentally stupid, but I’m gonna do it anyway because I can’tnot. I want it, and I don’t care about anything else in this moment. I’m seconds away from kissing him when the door beside us swings open and I stumble backwards as Jet walks out.
He stops in the middle of the hallway, gaze switching from Lynx to me, then back again. I expect him to say something,shout maybe, because it’s pretty obvious what we were about to do, and that’s got to piss him off.
I edge back against the wall, putting as much space as I can between me and Jet, but all he does is roll his eyes, give Lynx a very pointed look, then stalk past us as Lynx growls at him.
I’m . . . confused as fuck.
And also still a little turned on, and really, how is that fucking possible? But Jet’s sudden appearance has the effect of a slap to the face, and the moment’s gone. I make the mistake of looking at Lynx. His eyes are as dark as they were before, his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and he’s watching me with such naked hunger, I don’t know how to react.
No one has ever looked at me like that and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t like it.
My mouth is suddenly drier than the desert and it takes me two attempts to speak. “I thought you wanted to show me something?” I realise a second too late how that sounds and a flush creeps up my neck to my cheeks.
“I do,” Lynx growls. It’s sexy as fuck and I half expect him to reach for his zip, disappointed when he doesn’t. Instead, he holds out his hand and I don’t hesitate to take it.
We walk in silence but the tension crackles between us, so thick, so heavy, it’s like a living thing as he leads me outside.
The sun’s already low in the sky, but it’s light out, will be for a few more hours yet. But the yard outside the house is surprisingly empty. There are a few bikes parked outside, but not as many as I’ve seen there before. “Where is everyone?”
“Around,” Lynx grunts. I think that’s all the answer I’m going to get until he adds, “Mal’s taken a few of the others out to patrol.”
“Patrol?” I frown. Patrol what? “Is it the Feral Beasts?” Fear spikes in my gut, and I drop his hand, mine clenching into fists.
Lynx’s head snaps round and he stops, gripping my arm. “No. And you’re safe here.”
I breathe a little easier, and he squeezes my arm before dropping his hand. The warmth from his touch lingers though, and I’m already tracing it with my fingers before I realise what I’m doing and stop.
Lynx swallows, watching me. “Hunters.”
“Hunters?” Surely, he doesn’t mean . . . ?
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, thick fingers tugging on the strands. I’m still imagining it’s my hands doing it when he speaks again. “They keep an eye on the shifter packs. Make sure we’re sticking to the rules.”
