Flynn slides his hands under my back and lifts me, pulling me closer to his body. Why am I so turned on right now? Why does just the sound of his voice turn me on so very much? I groan, running my hands through his hair, and then suddenly, I realize what the hell I’m doing, and I pull away.
He’s the bad guy here.
The enemy.
He’s someone I need to hate: not someone I should be loving.
I hear laughter and both Flynn and I turn to see his friend, still holding Maple and Syrup, laughing like crazy.
“Something funny?” Flynn asks gruffly. He pushes away and gets to his feet. Then he glares down at me. “Come on.”
“No.”
He rolls his eyes, grabs my wrists, and pulls me to my feet. As much as I don’t want to go with them, I’m starting to realize that I don’t have a choice. They’re either going to torture me or murder me, and even if they weren’t, I’m starting to realize that my entire world is on the brink of changing.
Only I’m not ready, and I don’t want this, and I’ve never felt so out of control in my entire life.
Chapter Four
Flynn
What the hell was that all about?
That kiss?
What was she thinking?
More importantly, what was I?
I should have known better. It’s not in my nature to lose myself to pretty girls on a whim, but oh, Heather is so much more than just a pretty girl. I’m completely ignoring my inner-wolf, who seems to be screaming mate, mate, mate.
I don’t believe in mates. Even if I did, I certainly wouldn’t believe in a human mate.
Get real.
I stare at her for just a second before lifting her up and placing her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” She hits my back. “Let me down.”
“No chance in hell, writer.”
I carry her back to the car. Even in the darkness, I can see clearly. That’s one of the perks of being something not-human, I suppose. Both Gaston and I can see in the darkness of the forest like it’s the middle of the day.
Not Heather, though.
I’m a little bothered that she ran from me into the forest. Not because she ran, no. I mean, that’s kind of to be expected. I did kidnap her, after all. No, what bothers me most is that there’s no way what she did was safe. It was a dangerous thing to do. Running off into the woods? What was she thinking?
Only, I know what she was thinking.
She was terrified.
Heather was scared. I should have scented her fear earlier, but I got caught up in exploring her house. Seriously, it was like a sort of doll’s house. It was beautiful inside, and comfortable. It felt cozy. It felt like a home, to be perfectly honest. It’s not really fair that I should be so swept away by something as simple as a little cottage, but I was. I am.
By the time we realized she was gone, Heather was already deep in the woods. Why the hell does she live way out here, anyway? There’s nobody around.
I can practically feel Gaston’s eyes on me as I head back to the car and drop Heather to her feet. He’s carrying the cats with him.
“Do you have a carrier for the cats?” I ask her.