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ferocity and dominant nature—and you also happened to be an unholy strong convex witch—you could become a secret weapon who terrified even the other keepers.
    “Give me a chance,” Marcus urged. “What I’m trying to accomplish could revolutionize everything.”
    “I don’t like revolutions.” Dad’s gun barrel dipped. “You using alpha on us?”
    “I’m not alpha. Recessive, possibly.”
    “Definitely,” Katie corrected, trying not to wonder what he’d been like as a witch.
    “But not alpha, or I wouldn’t have these.” His eyes had bled pale blue. “Katie, you wouldn’t have these, would you? No matter what you did.”
    It was probably true. She wouldn’t change into a wolf if she had sex with one. Marcus was trying to tempt her. Thanks to his nose, he knew she desired him. He might not know how much, but he knew. He wanted her to imagine sex, with him, free of consequences. Free of discovery.
    An experiment. An experiment a scientist might want to conduct.
    “I wouldn’t have them because I wouldn’t fuck a wolf, and that’s all you need to know.” Her hands balled into fists. “Call Tonya. Let’s poppy his butt.”
    Marcus looked as if he might resist. Then he nodded. “Trust has to start somewhere. Tie me up. You don’t need to, but I’ll let you. Will that make you feel safe?”
    “Hell, yes.” Dad prodded Marcus up the stairs, into their apartment, and instructed Katie to chain him to her wrought iron headboard. They had several sets of handcuffs, provided by Tonya. You never knew what you might need when you were supposed to be dead.
    Marcus cooperated. He allowed them to trap him without uttering one word of complaint. He couldn’t be too uneasy about pursuit.
    Katie tried not to touch him as she secured the cuffs. Tried not to admire how stunning he was. So difficult not to stroke his bare chest, his biceps, his delicious-looking lips. Marcus’s steady gaze never left her face.
    “It’s going to be all right.” His voice was like liquid chocolate, deep and satisfying, seeping into her pores. “I understand why you’re scared. I just want to talk. Let me tell you what I’ve been researching. It’s fascinating, Katie. I think I’ve discovered—”
    That’s when Dad had hit him with the sleep spell, nearly catching her in the crossfire.

Chapter Four
    Three hours later Marcus was still asleep, sprawled on her bed, shirtless and sexy. Katie didn’t want to cast eyebright to offset the sleep spell; that particular herb would interact poorly with the memory magic to come.
    “I just figured he was a kinky little puppy with a tattoo fetish. I never expected him to be a scientist. How interesting.” Tonya, her handler, friend and the main reason Katie had security in her life, often joked about screwing a wolf so she could lose weight without cutting calories. She often joked about screwing wolves, period. She tried to get Katie to joke about it, telling her the levity would make her problem easier to bear. As would actually screwing some wolves, but Tonya was dead wrong about that. However, the minute Katie told Tonya what—who—was chained to the bed, her friend dropped onto the couch and into professional mode.
    Shrewd blue eyes narrowed as Tonya studied the closed bedroom door. “What are the chances he’s led anyone here?”
    “He thinks he’s outsmarted everyone, but it’s worth noting he didn’t outsmart us.” Nervous about Marcus, about everything, Katie had double-checked their go bags and packed extra belongings. Sudden relocations weren’t high on her list of favorite things, but they’d done it enough that they’d learned not to wander too deep into possessions and paperwork.
    Tonya opened her massive handbag and started sorting through it. “You’re sure he’s a transformed wolf and not a coven pet? I wouldn’t put it past the California covens to try it just because someone else did. They’re always jumping on fads.”
    “He was definitely one