being alone and safe with no unexpected fucking visitors or feelings.
Back to the cold, emotionless killer.
Not the feral, lust driven monster he’s made me into.
“Let’s go!” he yells.
I storm down the stairs and grab my car keys—I’ll have to leave the bike, since I have a feeling he won’t ride bitch—and run past him. Throwing my shit in the trunk, I get into the driver’s seat, revving the engine as he grabs something from one of the dead men before slipping into the passenger seat. As soon as his door closes, I’m racing away, putting as much distance between there and me as possible.
“What now?” I snarl. “Fuck.” I smash my hands onto the wheel, realising how fucked we are.
“Go to the hotel, Red, I need my shit before they get there,” he orders. Grinding my teeth, I do as he asks. It takes only ten minutes before I pull up outside. I turn off the engine, ready to go in with him, when his hand presses to mine and stills me. The flash of heat from his touch annoys me. “See that café over the road? Go sit in there in the middle of the humans. They wouldn’t dare attack you there. I’ll meet you there in five.” He leans in then, narrowing his eyes until he’s sure I’m paying attention. “Do not fucking leave without me, do you hear me? I will hunt you if you do, and when I find you…” His gaze drops to my lips, and his hand curls around mine, letting me feel his strength, but it doesn’t intimidate me.
“I’m not going anywhere. You dragged me into this mess, and I need to know why and fix it,” I snap, being honest. At least this way he’ll know I’m not leaving because I have no choice. We’re stuck together. His lips tip up in that cocky grin that does bad things to me, like wanting to either sit on it or kill him for it. I can’t decide.
“Good girl, amore. Five minutes. Blend in as much as you can.” He leans back, ready to get out, when I stop him this time.
“What do you mean as much as you can? I know how to blend,” I mutter in irritation.
He laughs, his hand on the open door as he looks me over purposely before meeting my eyes. “Baby girl, you can’t blend in anywhere. You look like a fucking goddess, too perfect and untouchable. Every head turns wherever you go, and you don’t even notice it. So, no, you can’t blend in, but try to.” He gets out, leaving me staring after him with an open mouth.
I’m speechless yet again.
What the fuck is happening to me?
It’s been seven minutes, the bastard. I’m sitting in the coffee shop, with tea and cake in front of me, trying to sit in bloody clothes and not stand out. Four men have already hit on me, and if one more human sits down and starts trying to chat me up, I’m going to lose my shit and kill them all.
The door to the shop opens, and a group of men wander in followed by a few girls and another man. I’m about to avert my gaze when I look closer. The last man has short, ginger hair, pale skin, a long, unkempt ginger beard, and a muscular build. He has massive beefy arms, and he’s really tall, but something makes me frown. He even has green eyes, but for some reason, I can’t look away. That sense inside of me flares as he looks around, and when he strolls this way, I get to my feet, confused.
“Khalid?” I ask.
He stops dead, his eyes landing on me and flaring in shock. “You know it’s me?” he questions, his voice really low and rumbling.
“What the fuck is going on?” I mutter as I stare at him, and that’s when I figure it out. “You’re a fucking skinwalker?” I almost scream.
He shushes me and grabs my arm, sitting me down and dragging his chair nearer as he bends his head close to mine. “How the fuck did you know it was me? Not even my brothers do when I change!”
“I could…just tell,” I finish and narrow my eyes. “Explain, you’re a fucking skinwalker? No wonder the council wants you.”
He sighs. “Yes, I’m a skinwalker, but that’s not why they want me, or not just… I don’t even know how they found out who I had changed into, but clearly, they did. This