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background.”
    Charly switched her crossed legs and leaned in his direction to offer her full attention. “So what heinous crimes did you uncover? I tried to make sure I built up a nice record of armed robbery before I came.”
    “On the contrary, you don’t have a record. Not much of anything. Not even a driver’s license on file with the state of Nevada.”
    She sighed. “Driving is overrated.”
    “At your age, I’d expect at least some kind of digital blueprint.”
    “Not everyone wants to post selfies on Facebook and Instagram. I happen to find more value in my studies than revealing every second of my life on social media.”
    “A student, huh? Where did you attend?”
    “A private institution.” As more shadows settled in around them, Charly couldn’t ignore how close her fingertips were to his. Her hands had drifted to the smooth wood of the bench, and now she gripped the edge. The heat from his left hand touched her right and the uncomfortable silence almost made her scattered thoughts all too clear. Could he hear her heartbeat the way she heard his hammering in his chest? The way she breathed faster?
    She could reach out and touch him. Maybe he was the target she was looking for: a second-in-command. The enchantment spell could be cast quickly. She’d had all day to rest. All it would take was a moment of focus and a droplet of blood. Charly closed her eyes as she took the fingertip of her left hand and pressed the digit along the wood until she came to a sharp edge. With a brisk movement, she drew blood. Drawing the glyph in her palm was all too easy.
    Then her conscious got the best of her.
    Charly shifted to get up and Trenton suddenly grabbed her wrist. “You don’t have to go. I’d like to talk to get to know you better.”
    “I just wanted some distance.” He didn’t let her go.
    “Have I said something wrong?”
    Her mouth opened and closed. Should she be honest? “I just … I feel something around you. I don’t know why I can’t look you in the eye,” she murmured. “It bothers me.”
    “Am I scary?”
    “Maybe you should be afraid of me.” Her breath hitched as she stole a look at his face. Something changed. Her wolf senses had become acute, pricked as they registered the intensity of how Trenton gazed at her. It didn’t seem like a look he’d give to just any woman, and the heat from his desire radiated through her. She was new, different, and maybe that had interested him in her as much as she was in him.
    “I want you to look at me.” He scooted closer. “I’d like for you to. Please. Stay a while.”
    “This is all a bit overwhelming.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “This new werewolf skin I’m living in.”
    “You’re doing fine,” he said. “When it comes to our kind, we crave affection from our pack. What you’re feeling isn’t unnatural.”
    Was it merely the blossoming werewolf in her who wanted him or did she want him? Maybe the spell she was about to cast.
    “Just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I should want you. We just met a few days ago.”
    “You’ve never been attracted to someone you just met?”
    “Of course.” She couldn’t resist smiling.
    “What about me?”
    She licked her lips. “Not really—I’m nervous. That’s all.”
    “You’re lying.”
    She chuffed. “How would you know?”
    “I can smell it.” His smug expression made her want to smack him in jest.
    “Werewolves smell lies?” She crossed her arms, pondering on all the new things she had to learn.
    “You haven’t noticed it yet in others?”
    She shrugged. “Not really.”
    “How about this?” His smile turned devilish. “There’s nothing I find interesting about you. Not your eyes or the way you smile. When you tilt your head in the sunlight, I don’t find you beautiful at all. And don’t get me started on your fashion sense.”
    She couldn’t resist laughing, but she paid attention this time, too. Right after he slowly said the words, she