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her, and then at least they’ll rethink any acts of retribution. In the meantime I’ll keep my ears open for anything new and let you know.”
    Staring at the now dead phone, Janos shook his head. “Bye to you, too, big brother,” he muttered before hanging up the line.
    “Shit,” he hissed, pushing his hands through his hair. How the hell was he going to mark his mate when she was as skittish as a rabbit being hunted by a Wolf? He was amused by the unintentional pun he had made in his mind. Shaking his head, he looked to the other bartender and told him that he’d be back in fifteen and then headed upstairs. Calling his other brother, Miklos, he had him do a check on Miss Mina Tremayne and ended up with her address. Sometimes it totally rocked to have a cop for a brother, especially when you were the baby of the family and they all catered to you.

Chapter 9
     
    She sat cross legged in the middle of her floor as she watched out the windows at the way the clouds raced across the midnight skies. She had always loved the nighttime, loved to watch the clouds that everyone assumed were only associated with day. She knew, however, that the clouds were just as abundant in night as they were at dawn.
    Finally she leaned back on her elbows and then back a little more so that she was now flat on the floor, a pillow now resting under the bend of her knees as she simply tried to relax. It had been a hellish day. She was exhausted. However, in her mind, deep in her thoughts she wondered what her next dream about him would be.
    She knew she would be dreaming about him. There was no reason not to. She was exhausted and ready to nod off, but on her mind was one and only one person, Janos. “I like to dream about you. In my dreams you don’t look ready to kill me,” she whispered quietly, and bracing her hands now flat on the cool floor, she waited for sleep to take her.
    Yes, she likely should have gotten into bed, but it was the oddest thing. Her bed, pillows and sheets, smelled like him. She knew she wasn’t imagining it. They smelled like him. So she wanted to sleep here on the wood floor, the only pillow under her knees, because just the smell of him was making her want, no, need him more.
    Staring at her door, Janos again wondered if he’d lost his ever-loving mind. Shifting, he looked around and, while he couldn’t see anyone, he could definitely smell them. The fact he could also smell other Wolves made him nervous. They were watching her. Thankfully, for their sakes, they weren’t there when he arrived, or he’d have had to bash in some heads.
    Lifting his hand, he knocked before he could talk himself out of doing it and make a beeline for the street, which his brain was telling him would just be smarter. His gut, on the other hand, was freaking out. If the Wolf Packs knew about her, and there was no reason not to think that, given Laszlo’s information, he needed to at least warn her. How he was going to tell her was a whole other problem and one he was desperately trying not to think about.
    Hearing the knock, she looked at the clock and frowned. Rolling backward, feet over head, she came to her feet with one smooth motion and moved to the door. Dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, she really wasn’t up for company, and since she couldn’t reach the peep hole, she had to open the door.
    Sliding the security chain into place so the door would only open so far, she put her hand on the Louisville Slugger at the side, and after sliding three dead bolts she twisted the knob and opened the door.
    Nearly falling over when she saw him, she had to blink rapidly several times before she said, “Mr. Farkas?” She could call him Janos in her dreams, not reality.
    Closing the door, she slid off the chain and leaned the bat back against the wall before fully opening the door. “Mr. Farkas, is everything all right?” A million things ran through her mind. However, topmost was, how did he get her address?
    Now that he was