Savage Hunger(12)

She made no effort to catch the shirt he tossed at her.

“You have clothes here?” she asked skeptically.

“Not mine personally. All our safe houses are stocked with them. We need to be prepared to stay for awhile.” He shut the drawer. “There are also some packages of underwear in there. Not exactly the silk and lace type of stuff, but I bet you can pull it off.”

Sienna’s face reddened and the glare she turned on him should’ve had the effect of a cold shower. Instead he found himself getting hard. Dammit, what was it about her that turned him on? She could be scrubbing toilets and he’d find it sexy. And this is why you’ve stayed away from her for the past six years.

“When are you going to tell me more about you guys?” she asked as she tucked back a strand of hair that had fallen free.

Before he could answer, his gaze caught on the flash of silver. He stepped forward and pulled her hand forward, circling her wrist with his fingers and touching the thin bracelet that lay there.

His chest tightened and he frowned, lifting his gaze to hers again. “You still have this?”

A pretty flush filled Sienna’s cheeks and her mouth tightened. “It went with the dress.” She tugged her wrist away and cleared her throat. “You didn’t answer my question.”

All thoughts of the bracelet and what it symbolized abandoned his mind and he bit back a sigh. “No, I didn’t and I don’t have time now. We’ll talk later.”

“Wow, that sounds a bit like déjà vu,” she mocked, her fists clenching and her mouth tightening. “How much later? I’ve been dragged to a safe house by men dressed up like G.I. Joe on crack. I mean, come on already, Warrick. I think I deserve an explanation.”

“You’ll get an explanation later, Sienna. And then I’ll get mine,” he warned her but felt no triumph when her face lost color at his warning. Turning he headed toward the door. “Because you will explain to me just how the hell you’re involved with this goddamned mess.”





Chapter Four

The door closed shut with a firm thud, the sound making her flinch as it sealed her fate.

Sienna licked her lips, her heart still pounding from everything that had happened in the last few hours. It was almost too much to take in. She shouldn’t be here—couldn’t. Dammit, there was a ticking clock!

She’d planned to pay cash for a flight to Boston in the next few hours, not be stranded in some random safe house with a bunch of federal agents who worked for the shifters. If Warrick had been telling the truth and that’s really who they were…

A shiver ran through her body and she wrapped her arms around her stomach, letting her gaze drift around the room.

God, she couldn’t have predicted this yesterday. Any of it. The crazy existence of beings that could shift between wolf and human, or that Warrick would be back in her life and just as enticing as before. He still made her knees weak and her pulse go wacky.

She had to try and escape, but even if she broke the only window in the room and hopped through it, where the heck would she go? They were literally in the middle of nowhere. She wasn’t even quite sure what city they were nearest to, only that it smelled like cows and country.

Not to mention the fact that she would be lucky to get a quarter of a mile before Warrick caught up with her again. The guy had always seemed to be one step ahead of her, even when they were kids. Playing tag had always been a big joke—she’d be lucky to get a few inches ahead. And he’d always found her during hide and seek, swearing he could smell the cookies on her breath a mile away.

Sienna sighed and walked to the small bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. A gurgle of disbelief fled her throat at her reflection. “My God.”

Scowling, she washed her face clean of smudged eyeliner and mascara, then the rest of her makeup. She plucked the few remaining pins from her hair and shook free the few tendrils that still lingered in the chignon.

Then she finger combed the strands and scowled, almost wishing for her brush. But then that would look like she was trying and, dammit all, she did not want to give Warrick the impression that she was trying to look good for him.

And she’d actually thought he’d been about to kiss her? Ha! Then again, six years ago she’d probably looked worse than this and it certainly hadn’t deterred Warrick that night…

The image in the mirror morphed into a younger, eighteen-year-old version of herself. So naïve and so completely in love with her older brother’s best friend.

She gripped the counter as pain stabbed her chest, and bit her lip to control the memory that threatened. No. No, she couldn’t think about that night. Images flitted through her head. One after another in rapid-fire succession.