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Wolf leader! My brain screamed. Run! I was about to do just that when the wolf leader talked.
“Ladies,” he greeted, his voice a rumble.
“Sorry we’re late,” Emery spoke up, and then glanced at me. “Some of us needed a little coaxing.”
His eyes landed on me, and the look in them darkened. “Who’s this?”
“Hillary,” I squeaked.
His grin grew. He parted the crowd and stood in front of me. “You look familiar, Hillary. You ever come to my party before?”
He smelled like cologne and beer, and his eyes were trapping me. “No. I don’t think so.”
“No. Probably not.” But his gaze narrowed and he leaned closer. “Your eyes are crazy familiar.”
“My brother’s eyes look just like mine. Maybe you know him?” Why was I talking to him?
He frowned, shedding his wolf persona for one that was more honest. “The only bastard with those eyes I’ve met is Bach. Please don’t tell me Bach’s your brother.” His face paled.
It was my turn to frown. “He is.”
He stepped away from me and pointed with his free hand, face ashen. “Out.”
“Why?” I demanded, confused.
“Does Bach know you’re here?” I looked away, and he groaned. “Get out, Hillary. I’m not getting my ass beat for you.”
A sudden flash of anger settled inside of me. “Bach isn’t my boss. I’m eighteen. If I want to come to a party, I can.”
“Dude, I didn’t even know Bach had a sister. Look at you. You’re like a damn baby. All sweet and shit. Get out of my house.” He grabbed my upper arm and began leading me to the stairs.
“Jona!” Emery called.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “You girls go to my room. I’ve got some goodies on my dresser. Get ready for me.” He winked, giving them a flirty smile.
Emery and Jasmine went into his room without looking back, leaving Piper in the hall.
“Piper,” I growled, ripping my arm free of Jona’s grip. “Wait for me.” How dare he threaten me with Bach? I was a grown woman. If I wanted to accompany my friend to a party, I could do so. Bach was not my boss. He refused to know me. He couldn’t control my life too. I stomped back over to Piper.
“We just want to have fun,” she said. “Relax.”
“Relax?” He ran a hand over his head anxiously. “Do you know who Bach is?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
Piper knew the bare minimum about Bach. She was as shocked as me when I told her about him, but talking about him made me long for him, and I tried to prevent that longing because deep down I feared I could never have my brother the way I wanted, which meant I could never have my father either. Sadness flashed through me, making my eyes sting.
Jona looked into my eyes, cursed, and then growled. “Fine, Angel, but if you get out of hand, I’m calling Bach first thing. And if I get my ass kicked you owe me big time.” He held his hand out to me. “Big time,” he stressed.
I took his hand, feeling like I’d just won something, but that I had no idea whether I’d want the prize or not. “Don’t call me Angel.”
“But isn’t that what you are? Isn’t that why Bach kept you from here and why you’re looking at me all confused? You’re an angel until you prove otherwise. Now go downstairs while me and your friends get ready.” He gave me a firm look and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are you guys going to do?”
“You really want to know, Angel?”
“No,” I admitted. “Piper?”
“Go,” she said, releasing me. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
“But,” I stammered, not wanting to be alone.
Jona bent over suddenly and threw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” How dare he! I tried to keep my skirt down.
He pinched my side. “You’re even sweet when you yell.”
He walked down the stairs with me bouncing on his back, weaving through the bodies on the first floor. I spotted an upside down kitchen counter and then he set me down on my feet in the kitchen.
“You want some advice?” he asked,
“Ladies,” he greeted, his voice a rumble.
“Sorry we’re late,” Emery spoke up, and then glanced at me. “Some of us needed a little coaxing.”
His eyes landed on me, and the look in them darkened. “Who’s this?”
“Hillary,” I squeaked.
His grin grew. He parted the crowd and stood in front of me. “You look familiar, Hillary. You ever come to my party before?”
He smelled like cologne and beer, and his eyes were trapping me. “No. I don’t think so.”
“No. Probably not.” But his gaze narrowed and he leaned closer. “Your eyes are crazy familiar.”
“My brother’s eyes look just like mine. Maybe you know him?” Why was I talking to him?
He frowned, shedding his wolf persona for one that was more honest. “The only bastard with those eyes I’ve met is Bach. Please don’t tell me Bach’s your brother.” His face paled.
It was my turn to frown. “He is.”
He stepped away from me and pointed with his free hand, face ashen. “Out.”
“Why?” I demanded, confused.
“Does Bach know you’re here?” I looked away, and he groaned. “Get out, Hillary. I’m not getting my ass beat for you.”
A sudden flash of anger settled inside of me. “Bach isn’t my boss. I’m eighteen. If I want to come to a party, I can.”
“Dude, I didn’t even know Bach had a sister. Look at you. You’re like a damn baby. All sweet and shit. Get out of my house.” He grabbed my upper arm and began leading me to the stairs.
“Jona!” Emery called.
He looked over his shoulder at her. “You girls go to my room. I’ve got some goodies on my dresser. Get ready for me.” He winked, giving them a flirty smile.
Emery and Jasmine went into his room without looking back, leaving Piper in the hall.
“Piper,” I growled, ripping my arm free of Jona’s grip. “Wait for me.” How dare he threaten me with Bach? I was a grown woman. If I wanted to accompany my friend to a party, I could do so. Bach was not my boss. He refused to know me. He couldn’t control my life too. I stomped back over to Piper.
“We just want to have fun,” she said. “Relax.”
“Relax?” He ran a hand over his head anxiously. “Do you know who Bach is?”
“Not really,” she admitted.
Piper knew the bare minimum about Bach. She was as shocked as me when I told her about him, but talking about him made me long for him, and I tried to prevent that longing because deep down I feared I could never have my brother the way I wanted, which meant I could never have my father either. Sadness flashed through me, making my eyes sting.
Jona looked into my eyes, cursed, and then growled. “Fine, Angel, but if you get out of hand, I’m calling Bach first thing. And if I get my ass kicked you owe me big time.” He held his hand out to me. “Big time,” he stressed.
I took his hand, feeling like I’d just won something, but that I had no idea whether I’d want the prize or not. “Don’t call me Angel.”
“But isn’t that what you are? Isn’t that why Bach kept you from here and why you’re looking at me all confused? You’re an angel until you prove otherwise. Now go downstairs while me and your friends get ready.” He gave me a firm look and crossed his arms over his chest.
“What are you guys going to do?”
“You really want to know, Angel?”
“No,” I admitted. “Piper?”
“Go,” she said, releasing me. “We’ll be down in a minute.”
“But,” I stammered, not wanting to be alone.
Jona bent over suddenly and threw me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” How dare he! I tried to keep my skirt down.
He pinched my side. “You’re even sweet when you yell.”
He walked down the stairs with me bouncing on his back, weaving through the bodies on the first floor. I spotted an upside down kitchen counter and then he set me down on my feet in the kitchen.
“You want some advice?” he asked,
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