hanging at his side. “Am I going to die?”
She hurt for him, but she couldn’t lie. “We’re going to do everything we can to keep you alive.”
“Fair enough.” He lay down on the cot. “If I can’t have my clothes, can I at least get a blanket? It’s freezing.”’
“Sure. I’ll talk to Seraph about getting you some new clothes.” Moving to the window, she slammed her palm against the glass. It took a few minutes, but a guard appeared. In his arms was a tattered yellow and purple quilt. Apparently, they had been listening to the exchange in the control room. Not that she could blame them. She handed the blanket to the shifter then left the room.
Her mind was racing as she walked the narrow corridor to the locker room they used for decontamination. Stripping, she walked to the showers. The icy water took her breath away as she scrubbed her skin clean. Hot water was a luxury the IRT couldn’t afford. As a state agency, they counted themselves lucky to have running water, much less a water heater. Her freshly scrubbed skin shone red beneath the harsh florescent lights. Very few things could penetrate her advanced immune system, but most of the other hunters weren’t so lucky.
“What’d you learn from the shifter?”
Brenna shrieked, heart pounding. The damn man didn’t know the definition of boundaries. And, of course, there was no towel in sight. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” She twisted the metal shower nob to turn off the water then leaned forward to wring out her hair. His gaze settled on her body, warming her despite the chill.
He moved toward her, the thud of his boots echoing in the cramped space. She straightened, tossing her hair behind her as she rose. Taking the towel from his hand, she wrapped it around her body and forced herself to look at him. He merely shrugged and stepped back to give her space.
Irritated, she moved toward the lockers. “The shifter took pictures. His camera is here somewhere. We need to find it.”
“I already did. It’s in our office.”
“Good.” She pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a sweater and threw them on top of the wooden bench. She let the towel slide to the floor as she reached for her underwear.
He sucked in his breath, taking a step forward.
She tried to ignore him as she slipped on the black lace bra and panties, glad she had succeeded in throwing him off balance. “My shower is off limits,” she said as she slipped on her clothes.
“I needed to talk to you.”
“So wait until I’m done.” She sat on the wooden bench, leaning forward to lace her thigh high leather boots.
“You’re done now, aren’t you?” He leaned over her, his breath tickling the hair on the top of her head. “I’m not your puppy, Brenna. I won’t come only when you call.”
She raised a brow, wondering if he had meant the double entendre. “Are you sure?” she asked with a pointed glance.
“If you want that, love, all you have to do is ask.” Before she could blink, he had his hands around her waist and her back to the wall. She closed her eyes, the heat from his body sinking into her own, his distinctive scent enveloping her senses.
This time when he kissed her she reveled in the salty sweetness of his lips, their tongues meeting in a desperate dance. When he freed her arms, she twined them around his neck as he lifted her against his body.
Then both their phones began to chime. Brenna unwrapped her body from Gray, ignoring his long-suffering sigh. She jumped to her feet and straightened her clothes. Grabbing her phone, she pressed it to her ear.
“Where the hell are you? Get Gray and meet me in the front entrance. I want to show you something.” Seraph ended the call before she could respond.
Silent, Gray stood. As he adjusted his clothes, she glimpsed a flash of silver from the blade at his waist. “I heard. But don’t think we’re not going to finish this later.”
Chapter Six
Seraph was waiting beside Lucy’s desk in
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