permeated his senses. Now, all he could focus on was the fact that he needed to find the source and put a painful end to it. To save her in some way.
Then he would address the otherâthe arousal that to a lesser shifter may have been debilitating, but to him was simply a growing nuisance. Or maybe he wanted to think that was all it was.
âHold on a second, here,â Jacques told him, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like he was contemplating, figuring something out, and about to draw all the wrong conclusions.
Ezra was actually finished talking to him. âForget it, Iâll find out on my own,â he snapped, moving around the other shifter.
Jacques grabbed his arm and Ezra reacted. Moving with the agility of his cat, he reached out, twisting Jacquesâs arm and pushing the Enforcer into the wall.
âYou planning on stopping me?â he asked, lips drawing back in a snarl, teeth sharpening and pressing into his bottom lip.
âStand down,â Jacques said in a voice all too calm, considering Ezra could break his arm at any second.
The other man was in a higher position than Ezra, but he didnât give a damn. Or at least Ezra hadnât thought of that before heâd reacted, which was a bit strange for him. Still, he only loosened his grip minutely as he continued to glare at the shifter.
âI wonât have anything happening to her, not while Iâm here. So Iâm putting you on notice that I plan to find out everything there is to know about Jewel Jenner, and if thereâs something, or God help me someone, in her past that needs to be addressed, thatâs what the hell I plan to do.â The words had rolled out of his mouth without any pre-thought. Heâd staked a claim he wasnât even sure he had a reason to. And he wasnât about to take it back, not one damned word.
âI said, stand down,â Jacques repeated. âThis is not necessary and you know it.â
There was a momentâs hesitation where Ezra thought about what Jacques had said. Those thoughts mixed with a replay of what had happened in the parking lot. Logic permeated the haze of desire and possessiveness that had come on faster than he could comprehend.
He released Jacques, moving away from him and back down the hall toward the stairway without saying another word. There was nothing left to say. He knew what he had to do and he planned to do it, without explaining his reasons to anyone else. If he allowed himself to really think about that, heâd admit he didnât have an explanation anyway.
Ezra went to the room heâd been given at Perryville. It was located on the ground floor, on the opposite side of the spa, so that he wasnât visible among the other guests of the resort. It was imperative that he keep a low profile while at the resort. Heâd rented an apartment closer to the lab that would coincide with the persona of the lonely, geeky, almost broke Chicago transplant theyâd created for him.
The accommodations were still on the nice, if small side, and heâd decided as soon as this job was complete heâd be happy to return to Havenway, the shifter headquarters in Alexandria. At least, thatâs the way heâd originally felt. Now, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the bed, Ezra moved to the small desk pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room and sat down. Opening his laptop, his thick fingers pressed the button to boot up the machine so hard he probably could have broken it. While the computer did its wake-up-and-play mode, Ezra sat back in the chair, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose for a quick massage.
What the hell was he doing? What had he been thinking?
He shouldnât have touched her. Shouldnât have put his tongue in her mouth, his finger in her warm, dripping wet center. He shouldnât have ingested her fear and worry, taking it on as
Then he would address the otherâthe arousal that to a lesser shifter may have been debilitating, but to him was simply a growing nuisance. Or maybe he wanted to think that was all it was.
âHold on a second, here,â Jacques told him, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like he was contemplating, figuring something out, and about to draw all the wrong conclusions.
Ezra was actually finished talking to him. âForget it, Iâll find out on my own,â he snapped, moving around the other shifter.
Jacques grabbed his arm and Ezra reacted. Moving with the agility of his cat, he reached out, twisting Jacquesâs arm and pushing the Enforcer into the wall.
âYou planning on stopping me?â he asked, lips drawing back in a snarl, teeth sharpening and pressing into his bottom lip.
âStand down,â Jacques said in a voice all too calm, considering Ezra could break his arm at any second.
The other man was in a higher position than Ezra, but he didnât give a damn. Or at least Ezra hadnât thought of that before heâd reacted, which was a bit strange for him. Still, he only loosened his grip minutely as he continued to glare at the shifter.
âI wonât have anything happening to her, not while Iâm here. So Iâm putting you on notice that I plan to find out everything there is to know about Jewel Jenner, and if thereâs something, or God help me someone, in her past that needs to be addressed, thatâs what the hell I plan to do.â The words had rolled out of his mouth without any pre-thought. Heâd staked a claim he wasnât even sure he had a reason to. And he wasnât about to take it back, not one damned word.
âI said, stand down,â Jacques repeated. âThis is not necessary and you know it.â
There was a momentâs hesitation where Ezra thought about what Jacques had said. Those thoughts mixed with a replay of what had happened in the parking lot. Logic permeated the haze of desire and possessiveness that had come on faster than he could comprehend.
He released Jacques, moving away from him and back down the hall toward the stairway without saying another word. There was nothing left to say. He knew what he had to do and he planned to do it, without explaining his reasons to anyone else. If he allowed himself to really think about that, heâd admit he didnât have an explanation anyway.
Ezra went to the room heâd been given at Perryville. It was located on the ground floor, on the opposite side of the spa, so that he wasnât visible among the other guests of the resort. It was imperative that he keep a low profile while at the resort. Heâd rented an apartment closer to the lab that would coincide with the persona of the lonely, geeky, almost broke Chicago transplant theyâd created for him.
The accommodations were still on the nice, if small side, and heâd decided as soon as this job was complete heâd be happy to return to Havenway, the shifter headquarters in Alexandria. At least, thatâs the way heâd originally felt. Now, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the bed, Ezra moved to the small desk pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room and sat down. Opening his laptop, his thick fingers pressed the button to boot up the machine so hard he probably could have broken it. While the computer did its wake-up-and-play mode, Ezra sat back in the chair, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose for a quick massage.
What the hell was he doing? What had he been thinking?
He shouldnât have touched her. Shouldnât have put his tongue in her mouth, his finger in her warm, dripping wet center. He shouldnât have ingested her fear and worry, taking it on as
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