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near.” His nails dug into his palms until he felt his blood flow against his fingers.
    Long moments passed before she spoke again. “But you’re hurt. I can feel—” she stopped abruptly. “I can tell. I can tell that you’re injured. Did one ofthem attack you?” She strode forward and splayed a hand over his chest, where one of the bitches had scratched and bit him days ago. He’d already healed, only blood remained.
    His breath escaped in a hiss at the delicious sting of her warm palm over him. “Don’t touch me.”
    She felt good. Warm. Alive. Female. Not like the females who ravaged him body and soul these many weeks, but soft, tender. Woman. Mortal. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the clean scent of her hair, vanilla-scented shampoo… it echoed on her skin and his mouth watered.
    He closed a hand around her wrist, squeezing. “I’m not hurt.”
    She placed her other hand on his chest, probing gently, trailing it over him as though searching for injuries. “But there’s blood. Everywhere.”
    â€œIt’s old,” he gritted. “It’s dried.”
    She shook her head.
    â€œLook,” he growled, turning so that he slammed her against the wall. He shoved his face close to hers. “You haven’t a clue what you’ve gotten yourself into here.”
    Her wide gaze scanned him, staring intently at him beneath ink dark brows. Anger glowed in her eyes. “I’ve got a pretty good idea. I lost my friends. I watched them get eaten by a bunch of monsters—”
    â€œLycans.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œLycans,” he said, with more patience than he felt. “Werewolves.”
    â€œWerewolves,” she echoed, glancing to the highset window. Faint moonglow spilled inside their prison.
    â€œThat’s right. Last night was a full moon. And tonight.”
    Her gaze returned to him then, as piercing as before. Looking so deeply, so probing, intent in a way no mortal had ever looked upon him before. A flicker of unease tripped through him. Something was different about her…
    â€œWill they come for us tonight?”
    He shook his head. “They have other plans for us.”
    Between the press of their bodies, her hand brushed his chest, directly over his heart. “You’re not one of them. How did you escape them? How come we’re down here?”
    All good questions, but he was certain she wasn’t ready for the answers.
    Her words gained speed, rushing forward in her fear. “Are they saving us for later or something?”
    In the distance, it began. Screams flowed down, breathing through the bones of the building, looking for escape. Buried beneath the warehouse, thetortured sounds echoed only faintly in his ears. To a mortal’s ear—her ears—they would be undetectable.
    â€œNo,” he spat, imagining the humans being ripped apart, devoured upstairs. “They’re not saving us for later. They’re seeing to their needs tonight.”
    A wild look swept over her. Unnatural. Her brown eyes gleamed, the dark centers dilating with an emotion he could not name. She shrugged out between him and the wall. Trembling, she edged away, reminding him of some woodland creature, eyes darting, her head cocked to the side as though she sensed . . . something.
    He frowned. “What? What is it?” She couldn’t possibly hear the distant screams.
    Chafing her arms, her shaking worsened. Jamming her eyes shut, she ground out, “N-nothing.”
    He smelled it first. Then saw. Rich, wine-red blood escaped her nose in a seductive trickle.
    His throat tightened, a wave of hunger washing over him. “You’re bleeding.”
    She wiped at the sweet-smelling blood with the back of her hand. “It’s nothing.”
    He licked dry lips. “Are you hurt?”
    â€œNo,” she snapped, pressing her fingers to her nose. “Sometimes my nose