“Bye-bye.” She waved back at the three girls as they seemed to share a concerned look. “Catch you at the next party.”
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Sleeping with Rule wasn’t nearly the compensation she would have imagined for giving up her entire life. What the hell had made her do something so irrational to begin with?
Mating Heat should be outlawed anyway. It made a woman’s heart do things that her head knew was inadvisable. Things that hurt worse than facing the loneliness.
The music shifted, pounding harder, faster. Turning from the three girls, Gypsy opened her eyes once again and found herself confronted with a broad, male chest.
It wasn’t Rule’s chest.
Her gaze lifted.
Lifted.
Wow, now this dude was f**king tall.
And he was pissed.
Six feet six if he was an inch, super long black hair pulled back in a low ponytail and Celtic green eyes. Eyes so bright, so lacking in warmth or mercy that they were like a frozen sea.
“You are becoming a nuisance, Ms. McQuade.” And his voice was like serrated gravel, rough and sharp with a deadly baritone.
“Oh God, we’re dead.” That was Sharone behind her.
“Will we get that lucky?” Emma sounded completely terrified.
“We’re screwed. He’ll tell the alpha . . .” Ashley was actually whispering in the sudden silence of the club.
“Stop already!” Gypsy turned on the three girls with a furious hiss before turning back to the guy with freaky-as-hell too-green eyes. “Who the hell are you anyway?”
“Their worst nightmare if you don’t leave this establishment this moment,” he stated firmly, frozen sea green eyes gleaming icily back at her.
“Go now,” Ashley gripped her arm.
The pain.
It struck at her with a suddenness that had her jerking from the female Coyote violently, causing all three of them to jump back as Gypsy swung away in a graceful pivot. She cleared not just the female Coyotes, but also tall, dark, and who-the-hell-ever.
They stared back at her, shocked, four gazes each going slowly to the military-perfect, well-trained stance she had taken.
And in that second, Gypsy realized that this man knew things about her that even Rule couldn’t suspect yet.
The music was pounding again, loud and hard, the beat racing through her bloodstream and thankfully covering from others’ gazes the perfect stealth maneuver that had swung her away from Ashley as well as the male attempting to reach out for her.
The Breed grinned, displaying strong, white, wickedly sharp canines at the side of his mouth.
“Breed,” she muttered, eyes narrowing.
“You have no idea.” Emma was shaking her head as Gypsy read her lips.
“Go!” Eerie green eyes shifted color and became more frozen as he made the demand.
She didn’t have to hear the tone to know the order in it.
“No.”
He stared back at her with an intensity that was almost frightening. She had to admit, that was one damned freaky look.