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“No clue.” Dorian thought of how some Lycan loved to fuck with their prey. How they loved to watch it struggle and trip up before corning them and going for the kill.
Could it be a Lycan?
No. Impossible. Besides, their scent would be everywhere, and it was too distinct to miss.
Then who? And why?
Lucian tipped his boot in the sludge. “We need to go back to the mansion and report this.”
“I’m not taking Lena near another of our kind. Not until…” Dorian bit back the rest of his words. Until what? He died? He sorted this out? He turned her? None of those sounded best for Lena. “She can’t go back there with us.”
“Then where?” Lucian argued. “Your house is compromised.”
“I’m taking her home.” Dorian held Lena tighter, concerned over her silence.
Lucian cocked his brow. “Home as in pack land?”
“Yeah.” He kissed the top of his mate’s head and ignored the fact that she wasn’t talking, or even shaking—regardless of being attacked, held at knife point, and just had bullets whizzing past her face. Going by the scent rolling off her sweet skin…
She liked it.
Chapter 24
Lena replayed the last ten minutes in her head while remaining completely silent all the way back to Dorian’s house. In the background she could hear Dorian and Lucian talking about stuff, but she wasn’t in the state of mind to focus on them. She was too busy rehashing Dorian’s fatal move on that guy who’d held a knife to her neck.
“Do it.” She’d screamed. What a fucked-up thing to say. It was too loaded of a request. Do it. Slice my neck so I bleed for Dorian. Do it. Shoot this guy and save me. Do it. Kill him. She exhaled a shaky sigh and clenched her fists in her lap as they pulled up to Dorian’s house. After he opened the door for her, she slid out of the back seat, still unable to speak.
His face, she thought. The razor-sharp edge of his clenched jaw, those needle-sharp canines showing as he hissed, the deep lines set in his brow when he ran up on her and her attacker. Dorian was terrifying. Fierce. Confident and savage.
Hot. As. Hell.
And when that asshole held the knife across her neck? Dorian pulled the trigger. Emptied his chamber without blinking. Without remorse.
Was it too soon to say she was madly in love?
Probably. Yeah, no, definitely.
His eyes. Lena sucked in a deep breath and let it out nice and slow. Dorian’s eyes had been swallowed in blackness and his body looked so tense, it was a miracle he was able move at all. Not to romanticize him blasting some dude’s head clean off, because killing was bad and blah, blah, blah. But… there was a primal, feral and dangerous quality to Dorian she sensed just under the surface, and now she had proof of his ferociousness.
“I came here looking for danger.”
“You found him.”
He hadn’t lied about that.
“I’m never going to lie to you.” Dorian didn’t hide his true nature from her either. He told her the truth, no matter how crazy it sounded. The clencher was how easily she kept accepting his stories. She trusted him. Lena never trusted anyone she just met, yet here she was. Breaking her own damn rules.
It was instinct to do so.
“He’ll never hurt you. In fact, he’d raze this world if he thought that’s what it took to protect you.”
Or blow the bastard’s head clean off.
“Hey,” Dorian tipped her chin up and stared at her with a frown on his handsome face. “Did you hear what I just said?”
Nope. Lena gulped and her gaze roamed across his features. His eyes were back to green. His hair, a riot of curls, fell into his eyes again. He clenched his jaw and she knew, just knew, he’d bitten the inside of his lip and drawn blood. How could she know that? “I’m sorry, no.”
“She’s in shock,” Lucian leaned in to look at her. “You need to sit down?”