something? Because I’m pretty sure that it won’t. Make
him go away. Jim has problems that he can’t help, and he’s afraid of our dad.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t give a good fuck about
your brother right now. But I really would like to kiss you. If you’re worried
about your brother coming out here and interrupting us, I’m pretty sure that
he’s been detained by my family. Which gives me plenty of time to pursue the
idea of tasting you.” She backed from him, and he laughed. “I thought that was what
you’d say. For now anyway.”
He backed out of the parking space and was on
the road before she could think of a reply to what he’d said. There was
something very off about the man, and she wasn’t sure he was right in the head.
Andi thought of him growling earlier and wanted to ask him to do that again. It
had warmed her in ways not even standing over the register at home had ever
done.
It occurred to her that she should have asked
him where he was taking her. Or at the very least why she was being taken away
in the first place. Her brother wasn’t a nice person, but he’d only ever hurt
her when he’d been told to. He’d do what Dad told him to do to her, but he’d
never do anything on his own. That didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid of Jim; she
was. But her father was a real bastard to her and would cause her a world of
hurt when he could. Her aunt too. Now there was a monster.
“Do you know anything about shifters?” The
question caught her off guard and she asked him what he meant. “You know,
shifters. Like a man that can be another thing, a cat in this scenario. Or even
a vampire or anything that people, humans, don’t believe in.”
Andi looked out the window and thought of how
to answer him. Was he making fun of her? There was no reason to believe that he
knew about her encounter with a wolf. Her father and brother had beaten her
when she’d tried to tell them about the wolf man. Glancing at Mac, she wondered
what he was going to do if she admitted it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’d very
much like it if you were to let me out of your car so I can find a place to
hide.” He didn’t slow to stop but kept driving at a speed that was making her
heart race a little. And not necessarily in a bad way. “Why do you ask me such
a question? Do you mean to make fun of me? Hit me if I tell you what you don’t
want to hear?”
“No. I have no intentions of hitting you,
ever. And I won’t make fun of you. If you’ve some knowledge of what a shifter
is, then this will make things a little easier when I have to explain something
to you. Something that I only just figured out on my own.” She asked him what
that was. “That you are my mate.”
Mate. She’d heard the term before. And what
it meant. She would belong to him. Not just him, but whoever he wanted to sell
her to. Andi reached for the door handle, thinking that rolling from a moving
car would be better than being passed around like a napkin at a banquet hall.
“Don’t do that.” He reached for her hand just
as she touched the handle. “Please, just listen to me and I’ll explain.”
“I don’t need you to explain. I know what
mate means. My friends at school, they told me what happens when you become a
mate to men. And what they didn’t tell me, my father and aunt explained the
rest. Mates use you, and then when they’ve had enough, they pass you around to
all the other men they know. I won’t have it.”
The car suddenly stopped. Her seatbelt cut into
her neck, and she nearly hit her head on the dash it stopped so abruptly. Mac
turned to her after shutting down the car, and she whimpered when he reached
for her.
“I won’t hurt you. I won’t share you. Who the
fuck were you talking to? Not another shifter, that’s for sure. We don’t pass around
our mates. And we certainly don’t beat them. We can’t. Ever. Our kind treasures
our mates, not…. I’d really like for this conversation to
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