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Big surprise there

He’d been caged, pelted with silver shrapnel, attacked by a zo after them

She doubted any other Were would still be on his feet, let alone be fully alert and on guard as he led theh frorowth, and yet far enough from the far easily spotted by a curious human

They walked for nearly half an hour, the distant scurrying of ani in the wind the only sounds to break the silence Harley sucked in a deep breath, appreciating the firround beneath her Despite her nasty shoes and unruly underwear, she’d rather hike for hours than spend another minute in the damned water That’s why she had feet, not fins

Of course, she’d alanted to try flying Now that looked like a fine way to travel

Private jet, sipping cha in plush seats, a yu a woh club

Her heart skipped a beat as her fantasy of the blond Nordic steward olden-eyed Were with a touch that could hts away from the inevitable flashback She didn’t need a slowwith a searing pleasure and his bronzed skin covered in a sheen of sweat

Sex, even fantastic oh-my-God-don’t-ever-stop sex, was a co her attention to their surroundings, Harley caught sight of the glint of steel bea the river just visible over the top of the trees

A bridge meant a town, thank God

She’d kill for dry clothes and so to eat

A side of beef sounded just about perfect

Her mouth watered, but her visions of a mediu car Expecting Salvatore to ease back into the shadows of the trees, Harley lifted her brows as he instead crossed his arant black Mercedes to come to a halt in the middle of the dirt road

"Nohat?" she demanded

Salvatore sniffed the air "Imp The scent is familiar"

"A friend of yours?"

"I make it a rule to spend as little time in the company of imps as possible" A smile touched Salvatore’s sensuous lips as the door of the car opened, and a tall wo red hair stepped out "Of course, there’s an exception to every rule"

"Creep," Harleyof envy

Okay, the woeous with her pale skin and slanted eer than a pea drove around country back roads in a skiown that barely covered the essentials and three-inch heels?

Slut shoes out here? Really?

Harley had never fantasized about beco one of those upmarket women who bartered beauty for wealth She liked women who kicked ass

Give her Lara Croft over Cinderella any day

"Don’t worry, cara," Salvatore drawled "I have quite unexpectedly become addicted to one particular female There’s not another who could possibly teht

She rolled her eyes Nohow-to books

"Does that bullshit work on your hareed to look surprised "I’ll let you know if I ever acquire one"

"The King of Weres without a hareurehead position, Harley" His shoulders lifted in a restless motion, as if in response to the heavy burdens he carried, his expression suddenly bleak "The entire Were race is depending on me to save them fro wo--yes, she actually sashayed--around the front of the car, the ithe air

"Your Majesty?" She dipped her head in an oddly formal manner "I am Tonya, sister to Troy"

"Cristo"

Tonya chuckled at Salvatore’s horror "I take it that you reet"