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    Darkness had fallen when she left the interstate and parked before a motel. She was exhausted. Pushing so hard when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry had come to an end. She needed to sleep.
    Casimir got out and followed her into the office. He silenced her inevitable protest with nothing more than a look as he made their arrangements.
    Same room.
    Her heart pounded and her palms grew damp. This was probably a very stupid idea. Despite what her ovaries thought.
    Keys and directions they headed for the room, parking the car before the door. She watched him swipe his bag from the backseat as she went to the trunk. Fighting tears, she hefted the case and bag back there.
    He opened the room door as she set the alarm on the car. The two beds had her breathing a bit easier. Only a bit.
    “Do you have a preference?” she asked.
    “One closer to the door is mine.” No room for negotiation in his tone.
    “Suit yourself, hoss.” She hefted her items on the other bed.
    “I’m going for food.” He glared at her until she arched brow.
    “Need me to hold your hand?”
    The light glinted off his eyes and she knew he wasn’t amused. The wildness and danger swirled like an unrelenting storm.
    “Stay put.”
    He whirled around and stormed from the room, the door reverberated behind him.
    “Sure thing, hoss,” she drawled, rolling her eyes.
    Taking advantage of his absence, she showered and dressed in the other set of clothing she always carried in the trunk of her car. She’d rubbed her leg and was reading a book when he returned.
    Damn, he looks as happy as when he left.
    Casimir placed a bag in front of her. “Eat.”
    She opened the bag and withdrew the Styrofoam container from within. Popping the top, she stared at the chicken enchilada and rice there, steaming. Surprisingly, she felt the stirrings of hunger.
    “Thank you.” I can be nice.
    He grunted and sat on the edge of his bed before moving to the headboard. Silence ranged between them as they ate. Dyana ate half then put her fork down, and wiped her mouth.
    “What do you look like as a wolf?” she questioned.
    He tipped his head to the side and stared at her through strands of his dirty blond hair. He blinked his insanely thick lashes. “Black.” He ate a bite of his food. “Why? Intrigued?”
    “Curious.”
    “Want to see?”
    You naked? Oh hell yes. “Are you housebroken?” He narrowed his gaze and a low, dangerous rumbled filled the room. She bit back her mirth. “What? I don’t know and I have no wish to pay damages here because you,” she blinked, “or your wolf feels like marking your territory.”
    “You think I would…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “That’s insulting.”
    She shrugged as she took a bite. “Just a question.” Dyana wanted to laugh at his expression but figured it wasn’t the smartest thing to do. She didn’t say anything else just finished her meal.
    Once he finished he went to the bathroom where he paused and stared at her. “Stay.” Then he walked in.
    She crossed her arms and leaned back. “Think you’re mistaking which one of us is the canine, hoss,” she muttered.
    Casimir stiffened and she realized he may have well heard her. He didn’t turn back nor did he shut the door entirely. She closed her eyes and tried to figure out what was going on. Why did they have to die?
    Answer—they didn’t. They were dead purely because of her. Because they had worried about this guy. The one I’m currently travelling with.
    Sourness filled her gut and she curled up on her side. What kind of person am I to be with this man? Why would I believe his words?
    Dyana couldn’t explain what reason she had to trust—little though it was—him. She just did. Her heart ached for the loss of her friends. Her family.
    The shower cutting off had her opening her eyes. She could see directly in the steam filled direction. Her breath caught when he stepped into view, clad in a pair of black pants.
    That was