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humans, he’d been doing it wrong. But still, Brother Wolf was happier listening to the relaxed tones of her voice.
Charles looked at the door and realized that it would be tough to open with both hands full. He might have managed it, but there was another way.
He knew better, knew that the ghosts weren’t gone. But the temptation was too great. It had been so long since he’d touched her, and Brother Wolf was so hungry. Almost as hungry as he was.
So he opened the bonds that tied wolf to mate and said, as mildly as he could manage,
Open the door, please—and someone is going tohave to drink hotel coffee since I only brought enough for five federal agents
.
The door snapped open and she looked up at him, her face entirely serious and her eyes bright with tears.
You talked to me.
But more than words traveled along their bond from her side; she was always generous in sharing her feelings with him. She gave him a rush of relief that almost hid the deep-seated sorrow and pain of abandonment. He’d done that to her; he’d known he was doing it—and still knew that it was the lesser of two evils. He had to protect her from what was happening to him. Knowing he was right didn’t mean he wasn’t torn, that he didn’t regret hurting her.
“I don’t mind hotel coffee,” she said aloud, her voice a little foggy.
He was afraid that he was going to hurt her much worse before this was all over.
Charles bent his head down and touched his nose to hers, closing his eyes to hide the effect of the knowledge of what he’d been doing to her—and the effect of feeling her, skin on skin, once more. Brother Wolf wanted to drag her away from all of these strangers and find the nearest empty room so he could wrap himself around her and never let go. Charles wanted to say, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” but that implied that he would do something differently if he had to do it again. He would never allow the ugliness of his life to stain her, not if he could help it.
So he said something stupid instead. “My wife is drinking the cocoa I brought her.” He looked past her and into the room. Except for the two men he’d followed, everyone was sitting down around the table. It must have been her suggestion, because all of them looked tense and uncomfortable. Being seated when someone else is standing can be a position of power—a way of saying, “I am so confident that I can take you that I won’t bother getting up.” But when a monster comes into the room, everyone wants to be on their feet. Charles was a big monster.
Proof that Anna had been smart to do it, though, was the level of his irritation with the two men still standing behind Anna.
He met the younger Cantrip agent’s eyes. The human dropped his gaze and stepped back involuntarily, pleasing Brother Wolf. Charles smiled at the agent with his teeth. “You invited yourself where you weren’t asked. You can drink hotel coffee.”
And now they’d think he really was stupid, because most humans wouldn’t understand that he’d needed to establish who was in charge so that Brother Wolf would know that Anna was safe. Giving an order that they would obey had established the pecking order. It was okay they would think him stupid, he decided. He and Anna could engage in a little smart cop, dumb cop if they needed to. And playing with the federal agents was so much easier than trying to deal with what he was doing to Anna.
She should have picked someone else. Asil. Someone. But the thought of Anna with someone else sent Brother Wolf into a fit of jealous rage.
There is no one for me except you.
Anna’s quick response reminded him that he’d chosen to leave the bond between them open. He didn’t know how much she was picking up, but it was more than time to control himself.
Charles moved past Anna and set the carriers down on the table. Pulling out the single non-coffee for Anna, he handed it to her as he watched everyone sit perfectly still and drop their eyes
Charles looked at the door and realized that it would be tough to open with both hands full. He might have managed it, but there was another way.
He knew better, knew that the ghosts weren’t gone. But the temptation was too great. It had been so long since he’d touched her, and Brother Wolf was so hungry. Almost as hungry as he was.
So he opened the bonds that tied wolf to mate and said, as mildly as he could manage,
Open the door, please—and someone is going tohave to drink hotel coffee since I only brought enough for five federal agents
.
The door snapped open and she looked up at him, her face entirely serious and her eyes bright with tears.
You talked to me.
But more than words traveled along their bond from her side; she was always generous in sharing her feelings with him. She gave him a rush of relief that almost hid the deep-seated sorrow and pain of abandonment. He’d done that to her; he’d known he was doing it—and still knew that it was the lesser of two evils. He had to protect her from what was happening to him. Knowing he was right didn’t mean he wasn’t torn, that he didn’t regret hurting her.
“I don’t mind hotel coffee,” she said aloud, her voice a little foggy.
He was afraid that he was going to hurt her much worse before this was all over.
Charles bent his head down and touched his nose to hers, closing his eyes to hide the effect of the knowledge of what he’d been doing to her—and the effect of feeling her, skin on skin, once more. Brother Wolf wanted to drag her away from all of these strangers and find the nearest empty room so he could wrap himself around her and never let go. Charles wanted to say, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” but that implied that he would do something differently if he had to do it again. He would never allow the ugliness of his life to stain her, not if he could help it.
So he said something stupid instead. “My wife is drinking the cocoa I brought her.” He looked past her and into the room. Except for the two men he’d followed, everyone was sitting down around the table. It must have been her suggestion, because all of them looked tense and uncomfortable. Being seated when someone else is standing can be a position of power—a way of saying, “I am so confident that I can take you that I won’t bother getting up.” But when a monster comes into the room, everyone wants to be on their feet. Charles was a big monster.
Proof that Anna had been smart to do it, though, was the level of his irritation with the two men still standing behind Anna.
He met the younger Cantrip agent’s eyes. The human dropped his gaze and stepped back involuntarily, pleasing Brother Wolf. Charles smiled at the agent with his teeth. “You invited yourself where you weren’t asked. You can drink hotel coffee.”
And now they’d think he really was stupid, because most humans wouldn’t understand that he’d needed to establish who was in charge so that Brother Wolf would know that Anna was safe. Giving an order that they would obey had established the pecking order. It was okay they would think him stupid, he decided. He and Anna could engage in a little smart cop, dumb cop if they needed to. And playing with the federal agents was so much easier than trying to deal with what he was doing to Anna.
She should have picked someone else. Asil. Someone. But the thought of Anna with someone else sent Brother Wolf into a fit of jealous rage.
There is no one for me except you.
Anna’s quick response reminded him that he’d chosen to leave the bond between them open. He didn’t know how much she was picking up, but it was more than time to control himself.
Charles moved past Anna and set the carriers down on the table. Pulling out the single non-coffee for Anna, he handed it to her as he watched everyone sit perfectly still and drop their eyes
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