across the Swiss Family Robinson bridge, on our floor, I realized that I preferred teleporting over the elevator ride. My stomach felt queasy. I was worried I might do one of my fainting numbers. Zane read the signs and curled a protective arm around my waist, drawing me closer, and supporting my weight.
As usual, his touch released a collection of butterflies in my midsection and sent a wave of desire crashing over me. I was thankful to be stopping somewhere other than our private suite. Alone with Zane, right now, could prove disastrous.
My attraction for him was far from diminishing. It was as if someone was playing a cruel cosmic joke on me, making my lifeless libido go haywire around Zane.
All tempting thoughts were silenced when we entered the alpha wolf’s massive suite turned office.
My initial response to Logan Sanders was embarrassment.
I noticed right away, that just like his counterparts, the alpha werewolf was gorgeous and powerful. He, too, wore his hair long and pulled back. But unlike Zane, his hair was a chocolate brown, and streaked with gold. My embarrassment was caused by what he was thinking about me. His thoughts revealed a semi-accurate assessment of my current emotional state.
Another human with no steel. Such a weak creature. Upset by a simple elevator.
“I am not weak!” I protested. I didn’t bother arguing about the elevator.
Logan grinned, appreciative. “Good, I can see you weren’t exaggerating her abilities.” His eyes traveled over me, causing a jolt of apprehension to replace my embarrassment.
Zane noticed too. His smile dissolved into a scowl.
“Since when do I embellish?” Zane grated; unwilling to forgive his leader’s visual indulgence.
Unmoved by our reactions, Logan slid into a leather chair, positioned like a throne behind his expansive, marble-topped desk. “Sit.” He motioned toward two equally plush chairs.
Delighted to obey and put an end to my lingering dizziness, and Logan’s roaming eyes, I chose the chair nearest the floor-to-ceiling window. Prepared for a dull briefing about pack business, I could look outside if things got too boring.
“I can see she is everything we hoped.” Logan sounded pleased.
Zane shifted in his seat. “She’s much more.”
I couldn’t help wondering what Zane’s words implied. I hoped they confirmed he was falling for me as hard as I was for him.
Logan looked lost. His puzzled expression, reminded me there was more going on than I was privy to. Just like Griffin, Logan had alluded to my special skills.
Something was wrong. I could feel it. I wouldn’t like whatever was waiting to be revealed.
“She’s been briefed?” Logan questioned Zane, who responded with uncomfortable silence, which only prompted another question. “What have you shared with Ms. Carpenter?”
Zane gave me a solemn look before launching into a sporadic update. “She knows our history. As you know, she’s been stalked by Jazmine, who has mutants at her disposal, eager to do her bidding if the mating ceremony is delayed. She has come face to face with Jazmine on two occasions already; neither were positive encounters.”
“I’d say,” I muttered.
“Using her ability, Chloe recognized that a woman werewolf is the killer, however, it wasn’t Jazmine. I still suspect she’s involved somehow …”
Tired of hearing my life explained at a rate too slow for my taste, I jumped in. “I’ve learned to teleport; I had the honor of meeting Mack and his son, Michael; and I ran into my first vampire, Alcuin.” I figured that about summed things up.
“Your world has changed quite a bit in the past few days,” Logan said, his expression revealing his interest and what looked like a hint of compassion. “But what do you think of your involvement in our search?”
“Logan, can we talk — alone?” Zane asked, avoiding my gaze.
The pack leader appeared unfazed, as if anticipating Zane’s request. His answer was to send me to my room. “Chloe, your room is four doors down.” He handed me a cardkey. “Zane will make sure you get in.”
Not willing to be shut out without an explanation, I stood my ground. “If you’re planning on discussing me, I’d like to stay. Make sure you’re getting things right.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Zane …”
Taking my elbow, Zane guided me toward the door. “This is personal pack business. I’ll explain. Later.” His tone gave no room for argument.
Oh, I’d let him go to his little “business” meeting, but I intended to get all the details when he returned.
When he leaned down to kiss me, I presented my cheek.