Page 66 of Wanted
My breathing comes out in pants, but stops completely when he peers down at me with glowing eyes.
I stare into those eyes. The first time I saw him sitting in the corner of my motel room with his eyes glowing I believed it was a figment of my imagination. This, however, I know is real.
The intensity of his stare frightens the hell out of me.
I release my arms from around him and take a step back. We’re inside of his living room, and I feel almost suffocated. Though I’m not looking at him, I can feel his eyes on me.
That glow, it’s as if I could reach out and touch it. That’s how real it is.
I turn my back as I smooth down the side of the bun, I put my hair in. Then I smooth out any wrinkles in my clothing, making sure my clothing and presentation is in order.
“You look perfect.”
Chance’s words cause me to spin around to once again meet his eyes. They’re no longer glowing but the burning intensity remains.
“I’m far from perfect,” I mumble.
His mouth tightens and a look of anger passes over his face.
“I was done with lunch,” he finally says once he’s schooled his features. He approaches me, a massive hand cupping the side of my face.
Something inside of me that I can’t control forces me to run my cheek against his roughened palm. His coarse skin against the softness of my face soothes the restlessness inside of me.
“How could you believe you’re anything but perfect?”
His question causes my eyes to pop open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.
Dangerous.
The one word runs through my mind, making me step back and away from him. Chance’s shoulders fall in an expression of disappointment. He drops his hand to his side, the fierce look in his eyes withering away until a look of…rejection, appears.
Did I do that?
“I probably should get back to New York soon. To see Ashley.” Though my sister’s been home for over a week now, I haven’t been able to get her on the phone.
Chance peers down at me, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. “We discussed you staying,” he says.
I nod. “Yes. Until after my results came back from Dr. Drake. Which they have.”
“He needs more time,” Chance instantly replies. It feels as if he’s saying thatheneeds more time. A deep yearning swells inside of my chest.
Why does it suddenly feel like I need more time as well?
“No.”
His voice is harsh, deep and unrelenting. Yet, not scary.
“No?” I repeat.
He shakes his head.
“I want to see Ashley. I need her to explain to me why she hasn’t called me in so long. And to ask her if anything strange happened while she was in Florida.”
My gaze shifts around the room because, for some reason, I can’t look at Chance as I tell him I’m leaving. “Did she encounter wolf shifters too? I know she wouldn’t have said anything to our parents. They wouldn’t believe her.”
“The supermoon is in a few weeks.” His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he pauses and swallows.
I know he wants me to deduce what he’s trying to tell me, but I need him to spell it out.