Possessed by a Wolf. Sharon Ashwood
that instant, she could almost believe that everything would be all right. They’d stopped fighting each other and conquered a common enemy. But now her nerves were jittering, flooding every muscle with the need to move. She curled her fingers, nails biting into the palms of her hands. It was as if a spring was overwound inside her and fighting that energy would only make her crack.
In the distance, Lexie heard the wail of distant sirens. Had somebody on one of the nearby farms heard the gunshots? “Do you think that’s the police? Are they coming for us?”
“Do you feel like trusting our luck?” Faran replied in a weary tone.
She looked at the crumpled car, the stinking smear on the ground where Gillon had been, and at the glittering—stolen—rubies on her hand. Even with no actual dead body, there was no way this would end well.
Her hand gripped Faran’s. “You know how I like to run?”
Pressed against him, she felt as much as heard his reply. “Yup. I’m right behind you. Let’s get out of here.”
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