Broad shoulders and a body so tight and hard it gave a girl damp panties. He was dressed in his customary black leather pants, shit-kicker boots, a T-shirt, and black leather jacket. The gloves he had worn on his hands had been black as well. They were gone now. And to top it all off, he was a Wolf Breed. Powerful, charismatic, scarred, and dangerous. All the things that made a girl's heart go thump in the night.
And he was a killer.
She flinched as his hand moved, then drew in a shaky breath as the gag was removed from her mouth. He didn't stop to untie her, or to release the restraints holding her to the lowered seat. But at least she could speak now.
"Just how damned stupid are you?" The words broke past her lips before she could think. "You should have killed me back at the hotel, because I swear to God I'm going to watch you fry." She tried to tear herself loose, jerking and writhing against the bonds furiously.
"Keep it up, and I'm going to see more than just those pretty thighs, Grace." His husky voice had her stilling, her gaze jerking to where he was glancing at her thighs before looking down her body.
"Oh yeah, as if you haven't already made certain you could see more," she yelled, flushing at the knowledge that her skirt had ridden to the crotch of her panties. Her damp panties. "What are you going to do now, rape me before you kill me?"
He stared down at her with whiskey colored eyes. Those eyes almost mesmerized her.
"If I intended to kill you, I wouldn't rape you first," he promised her mockingly. "Somehow, that just reeks of foul play."
"And murder doesn't?" She gasped in outrage.
"Albrecht was a member of the Genetics Council." The sound of his voice, low, husky, nearing another of those dangerous growls she had heard just before he grabbed her, had her flinching. "That wasn't a murder, Grace, it was an act of mercy."
She stared back at him in shock.
"He was a mean old man," she admitted in disbelief. "But he couldn't have been part of the Genetics Council any longer. He was so absentminded he forgot to close his stupid doors. If he had been a member, he had likely forgotten it by now. Which makes it murder." She hated liars.
"You were using me all along." Fury filled her at the thought. "Was the mugging a set up, too? A way to get on the stupid manager's good side? Is that what it was? And here I didn't even get a mercy f**k for my trouble."
He hadn't wanted to be seen with her, she had thought it was because of her plain looks. He said it was because he was a Breed, he didn't want to see her hurt. It hadn't been. It had been because right there in her living room, shoved into her little bookcase, was all the information he would have needed to get to Albrecht.
But how had they known when the security would be off-line? And was it just Matthias, or were there others?
"I have your luggage in the back," he told her, obviously gritting his teeth. "Your car has been taken care of."
"Should I thank you?"
He ignored her again.
"I liked the thought of joining you at the cabin. I checked the place out last week. It's a nice little place. I thought I'd escort you up there, maybe stay a while. Discuss some things with you." Her breath stilled in her lungs. The cabin was by a lake. He could drown her there, and no one would ever know what had happened to her.
He was going to kill her. She had been falling in love with the man that was going to murder her. Now this was just a hellacious ending to a perfectly f**ked up love life. Her father had been right all along. Grace had finally jumped into something that was going to get her killed. He had been predicting it since she was four and she climbed her first tree. Now, it seemed it was going to happen.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Grace."
"Oh yeah, that's why I'm trussed up like a Christmas turkey and heading to a conveniently out-of-the-way cabin." She had to fight pack her tears. "Does that mean you're going to just kill me fast?" Oh man, she had really stepped into it this time. Wasn't she the one wishing for adventure, just a few months ago? Surely she wasn't the one that had taken one look at Matthias after he rescued her from a mugging and thought he was some kind of dark, sexy knight. He wasn't a knight, he was a monster. Yeah. He wasn't going to hurt her. He was just going to let her waltz right into the police department and identify him as Albrecht's assassin and wish her good luck with the future. Uh huh. She could see that happening.
"Damn, you're melodramatic, do you know that?" He slanted her a look from the corner of those sexy, exotic eyes of his, and her stomach clutched at the look.
He looked at her like that a lot. Like a man with sex on his mind, but he had yet to touch her, to kiss her. That look was as much a lie as everything else about him had ever been.
"I tend to get that way when I see harmless old men assassinated and I get kidnapped. It has a decidedly melodramatic effect on my life, Matthias."
He glanced at her again. But not at her face. Once more, his gaze slid to her thighs.
"Yeah, I can see where that would be upsetting." His gaze finally slid to her face. "But I said I wouldn't hurt you."
"Like you said my mugger was gutter trash," she retorted. "Tell me Matthias, was that a setup?" He jerked his head to face forward, his expression tightening, as she stomped her feet into the floor of the vehicle.
"Damn you. Damn you. Damn you." The curses were throttled screams, as she then slammed her head back against her seat. "Let me go! Just let me go, so I can kill you myself." She had been terrified. Terrified and so damned grateful to the man who had saved her that she had overlooked every sign that he was trouble. And the signs were there. The diamond glittering in his left
ear. The scar on his face. The tattoo she had glimpsed on his bicep, the nipple ring, the faint outline of which she had seen beneath his T-shirt.