Page 22 of Her Wolf's Demands
“Your brother is amazingly talented,” Malone said, his expression grim as we left the hospital.
The flash of light eyes from a man who passed distracted me, sending a chill down my spine. Kieran had the exact same colour, and for a split second, I’d believed it to be him.
“Are you okay?” Malone’s fingers entwined with mine, their strength making me smile up at him.
“You’re a dark horse… wolf… whatever.”
A slow grin forced his dimple out to play, leaving me breathless as he brought his lips to mine and pressed teasingly. In the middle of the busy street. Talk about the alpha laying claim. And I didn’t mind at all.
Wait, what? No, I couldn’t be distracted by his lighter playful side. There was too much at stake.
“You’re a naughty wolf, just disappearing like that,” he drawled, checking to see if there was anyone around. “You got me all worked up.”
His teeth caught my bottom lip before he devoured me, his tongue plunging into my mouth. My insides quivered as the mating bond sang to me, willing me to lay down on the street and allow him to take me.
Half-heartedly shoving his chest, I dislodged him from me, licking my lips when he frowned. It took every ounce of self-control to turn off my turned on button. Shit, the wolf pheromones were tough to resist.
“Bohdi,” I squeaked, stepping out of Malone’s arms. “My cat, my familiar. Ertha has him.”
As a frown creased Malone’s forehead, his eyes narrowed on me. “Did you go back to your place without me?”
Where had my sweet Malone gone? He was suddenly replaced by the thunderous alpha, all angry and shit.
“I… no… well, yes, but–”
His fingers covered my mouth, stopping the stilted flow of my pathetic reply. Why was I so nervous about my actions? I wasn't a prisoner at the camp.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be gallivanting around Brighton on your own,” Malone spat, glaring at a man who watched us as he went by.
See? Chivalry wasn’t dead. The passer-by was clearly making sure I was okay – or not. He looked over his shoulder and winked at Malone. Bloody hell, talk about a slap in the face.
“Look, you were sleeping like a kitten,” I said. His growl almost made me laugh. “You were, don’t try to deny it.”
“I thought you’d spelled the cat to keep him safe?” Malone was still glaring, his heavy energy switched on to the max.
Huffing, I grabbed his arm. “We don’t have time for this, we need to get back to Brighton to come up with a plan.”
Before he could reply, the scenery around us shimmered and changed, re-forming as the woods just outside the camp.
“What just happened?” Malone blinked.
A laugh caught in my throat as pride puffed my chest. “We just teleported. Only the most powerful witches, like Ertha, are able to do that.”
“That’s pretty talented, I have to admit,” he said begrudgingly.
“How did you find me at the hospital?” I asked.
The birds sung loudly in the trees, warning one another that we were below. I wanted to get annoyed with him, to be angry that he hadn’t trusted me.
“I heard the train announcement when you were on the phone. I followed your scent to the station. I was only half an hour behind you. You obviously teleported straight after because I lost your smell.” The resident frown appeared again. “But my wolf spirit moved my feet, guiding me to the hospital. It took me a while to find it.”
“I don’t know whether to be impressed by your detective skills or freaked out by your stalker side.” Holding up a hand when he stepped closer, I pressed it against his chest. “I’m serious, I need to do something about Bohdi.”
“You’re right.” Capturing my hand, he brought it up and kissed my knuckles. “What can I do?”
“Erm.” My mind went blank as I stared up at him, a little thrown by how easily he’d conceded.
The library was a magical fortress, almost impossible to break into. Almost.