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my night was going to be. I groaned and tossed them on the vanity, dreading what shirt Lea thought would complete the outfit. After reaching in, I pulled out a new matching set of lacy underwear in nude, a white tank top, socks, a black fitted leather jacket and a pair of black boots with a low heel—everything was exactly my size. Lea had looked smaller than me, so I didn‘t have a clue whose clothes I was borrowing. She had even brought a small bag of hygiene items, including: a toothbrush, brush, face moisturizer and deodorant. I made a mental note to thank her later for those items.
    After dressing and cleaning up after myself, I looked in the mirror and huffed. “That‘s enough stalling, Biker Chick. You aren‘t going to find the answers to your problems in the john.”
    I turned the handle and opened the bathroom door to hear Phoenix shouting, but the instant I walked into the room, all fell silent.
    My eyes met Jaxon‘s. He looked nervous as he glanced back to Phoenix.
    “I‘m begging you…” Jaxon said, and let the rest of his sentence go unsaid.
    “Get out,” Phoenix said, his tone gruff.
    Jaxon‘s sad eyes shifted back to me for only a moment, before he turned and walked from the room, slamming the door in his wake.
    Phoenix stood with his back to me, anger radiating from his rigid posture.
    “What was that all about?” I said quietly.
    Instead of answering me, he crossed the room and filled a crystal glass with a dark liquid.
    I lay the bag with my soiled clothing in it on the floor, not wanting to get any mud from last night‘s adventure on the furniture.
    “You know, usually Twenty Questions is played with one person asking the questions and the other person answering them. I overheard you talking with Jaxon earlier about how I would go through my first change tonight, so I‘m guessing we don‘t have a lot of time to strategize a plan to keep that from happening.”
    Phoenix raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, but before he set it back down he opened his mouth to speak and then turned those bright, light blue eyes on me. No words came out. He just looked at me, with absolutely no expression on that beautiful face to let me know what was going through that mysterious mind of his.
    “There is no way to keep it from happening,” he finally said, and then downed the remains of what was in the glass in one huge gulp. “There is no reversing lycanthropy,” he finished, and placed the glass back on the bar.
    I had figured as much, which was why I probably hadn‘t freaked out yet. Either that or I was still in shock. Being this calm about everything I‘d been through in the last twelve hours or so was beginning to scare me a little.
    I didn‘t flinch away as he continued to stare, not even when he let his eyes roam down, then back up my body for the second time. I told myself he was just making sure Lea had followed through on his orders and brought me everything I needed, and that it had nothing to do with how silly I looked in tight leather pants. I had caught Jaxon looking at me in a similar way, but him staring at me didn‘t make all the heat in my body rush to my face the way that Phoenix‘s eyes on me did.
    Answers, Mena. You need answers. “What about you? What are you?”
    Phoenix smiled then, and I immediately locked my knees to keep them from buckling under my weight.
    “I‘m your enemy, Mena.”
    My voice was shaky as he slowly walked toward me. Actually, stalked would be a more appropriate way of explaining how he closed the distance between us. “Y—you don‘t have to be my enemy. I—I am pretty easy to get along with.”
    Running from him had already been proven to be a mistake, so I remained where I stood.
    He shook his head slowly. “That‘s not the way it is between your kind and mine,” he said, his voice floating through those sultry lips in a seductive whisper.
    I swallowed as he made his way around behind me, but I could feel him, and he was so close.