So Levi did something he had never done before. He prayed to God. He wasn’t religious. To be honest, it never crossed his mind. He was always told people begged God to answer their problems when they knew they were going to die. They were right.
Suddenly Levi wished he hadn’t spent his time the way he had. He wished he had looked for a woman, then at least someone would cry when he died. Someone could have a broken heart and miss him when he was gone.
He’d never wanted a wife or thought about having children. He never thought it mattered. Work mattered. But sitting here now, it sounded stupid.
“If I live, I swear I’ll actually try to start something with the next woman I feel I have a chance with. I won’t throw the idea aside.”
He laughed bitterly, knowing it was stupid. Praying wasn’t going to answer his problems now. He sat in a chair, seconds away from his death.
There was no one coming to save him, and it certainly wasn’t going to be a woman. Someone wasn’t going to come crashing through the door now. No one was going to just land on his lap and free him.
Suddenly, a loud crack sound filled the space, and a body came tumbling down. A woman landed right in Levi’s lap, and his eyes grew huge. He looked up. The air duct door swung from the ceiling.
He stared at the woman, seeing nothing but black leather clothes and black hair covering her face. She pulled her face up, swishing a hand over her hair and pulling it back. Levi’s eyes widened, taking her in.
He was staring into the eyes of an angel. God had answered his prayers.
She blinked, and he stared into her green eyes. He took in her features and the look of shock coloring her expression. She looked just as stunned as he was.
She leaned back slightly, placing a hand on his chest. “Levi?”
He blinked. “Yes?”
She smiled, her face brightening up. “I’m your savior.”
Yes, she fucking was. He stared at her, suddenly wanting to kiss her. He wanted to pull her close and thank her. She hadn’t done anything but drop into his lap, but something told him she was going to change everything.
3
HANNAH
Hannah’s heart beat loudly in her ears. Her wolf wanted to howl, and she felt sweat rolling down her back. Shit, she was staring, but that wasn’t the worst thing she was doing. She was sitting on Levi’s lap, straddling the man.
“Sorry,” she said, pushing herself off Levi’s lap. She swallowed, taking a step back, breaking eye contact to look around the room.
“Who are you?” Levi asked, his voice forcing a shiver to run down Hannah’s back. Fuck, he had a sexy voice.
“Hannah,” she said, assessing the room. She turned back to him, taking in the rope and wire that wrapped around him. Whoever did this certainly overdid it. They had no idea what they were doing.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I just did.” She didn’t want to go over how she figured this out.
She pulled out her knife, slicing at the rope. But Levi continued to talk, breaking Hannah’s concentration.
“Who sent you here?”
“Nick’s Shifter Protection Agency,” Hannah said, pulling the rope off of him. She stared at the two padlocks, rolling her eyes.
“Holy shit! That means you’re a shifter, right? Like you shift into something. What do you shift into?”
Hannah finally pulled herself up, scowling at him. She knew she was supposed to remain calm during an operation. It was one of the things Nick always told her to do, but it was growing hard.
“I’m a wolf shifter. Now could you please shut up for five seconds?”
Levi didn’t, though, “I just ... God, wow, you’re a shifter.”
Hannah leaned forward, placing her face in front of his. “Yes, now do you want to keep playing twenty questions, possibly get us killed, or would you like me to concentrate so I can get you out of here? But, might I add, make that decision quickly because we don’t have a lot of time on our hands right now.”