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skin was damp, and his straightened hair was starting to frizz from the moisture.
    “You’re soaking wet,” Rylie said, and then she kissed him again, just because he was there.
    “Let’s get inside,” he mumbled into her mouth.
    “I don’t care about the rain.”
    His eyes danced with mirth as he pulled back and grabbed her hand. “I’m more worried about the hunter who just tried to kill you. I didn’t land a fatal shot. She’s still out there—alive.”
    “Oh,” she said. “Yeah. That.”
    Seth’s room was decorated as nicely as the hotel lobby. He had a four-poster bed with fluffy pillows, a fireplace, and Rylie was pretty sure that she glimpsed a Jacuzzi through the cracked bathroom door. Scott Whyte really didn’t skimp when making travel reservations.
    As soon as they crossed the threshold, Seth locked the door, peeked out the window, and shut the curtains. He left wet footprints in his wake.
    “You’re making a mess of everything,” she said, knowing it was stupid to be worried about the mud when Pagan was still out there. She felt strangely numb. It had been a long time since she had a gun pointed at her.
    “Just making sure the room is secure.” Seth cupped her face in his hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
    She nodded. “I’m just glad she didn’t hit you.”
    “Didn’t hit me ?” He laughed. “God, I’ve missed you, Rylie.”
    He stripped his shirt off over his head and used it to dry off his chest. The ability to speak completely fled from Rylie as she took in the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. Seth had definitely been finding time for the university gym.
    “Who was that woman?” Rylie asked when she remembered how to use the English language.
    “I think she’s a hunter or something. I’ve been tracking her for days.” He kicked off his shoes. She realized that she was dripping on the carpet too, so she followed suit. Seth pushed her shirt off of her shoulders and gave it a funny look. “What is this?”
    Rylie took Abel’s shirt from his hand and dropped it on the pile of shoes. “You mean, a hunter like you? A kopis?”
    “I don’t know,” he said. “I haven’t been able to get close enough to get a good read on her. But I’m glad I was following her today.”
    His hands went to her jeans and popped the button open.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    His eyes sparked. “Helping you dry off.” He lifted the hem of her shirt, and she obediently raised her arms so that he could strip it off. It wasn’t even wet. He lowered his lips to her neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured.
    Rylie had meant to call Abel and tell him that she found Seth. She also had meant to head out and help search for Isoba so they could go home as soon as possible.
    But as soon as Seth touched her, all those thoughts were completely forgotten.
    The rain poured outside, but they were safe and dry in his hotel room.

E IGHT
    A Second Present
    Abel picked up the smell of other werewolves a half a mile away from the hotel, and he followed it to a cluster of houses built on a cliff over the ocean. They looked like vacation rentals, and judging by the empty streets and dark windows, they were all unoccupied. It smelled like nobody had been inside of them for weeks.
    Except for the one on the end. Someone had touched the front door. He detected the scent of skin oils on the handle, and the sour perfume of silver.
    How many people walked around vacation rentals carrying silver?
    Abel drew the gun at the small of his back and kept it aimed at the ground as he walked around the house looking for an open window. The back door was cracked.
    He perked his ears up, listening for the slightest hint of motion. But the house was completely still.
    Abel glanced at his phone to make sure there was no text message from Rylie before slipping inside.
    The back hallway was empty, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, a new smell smacked him in the face—like copper pennies