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you get to the street and head left. My bike is on the street four blocks up by a coffee shop. If we’re separated, that’s where you’re heading. The place is Carlo’s on Tenth, all right?” he asked, watching her carefully.
    Bethany nodded and swallowed, hard. “But you will be with me, right?” she demanded softly as she placed her hand on his back. “I mean it, Zaidu.” She bunched his jacket in her hands as she spoke, fear crawling through her as she whispered those words. He had said for her to be quiet so she moved as silently as she could, slipping out of her heels and walking in bare feet instead.
    Bending, he picked up her shoes and shot her a look, pressing a finger to his lips. Leading her slowly out of the room he let the Wolf up to the surface and inhaled. Blood, not a lot, but enough obviously to have put the cops down. Staying next to the wall he was thankful someone had shut the lights out. It gave them shadows to move with. Stilling, he put a hand on her hip to stop her dead in her tracks and then backed into her so she was pressed to the wall, her white blouse hidden from sight with his large body in front of her.
    Bethany pressed her forehead to the center of Zaidu’s back and breathed slowly, forcing calm upon herself when she felt anything but calm. She knew that scent, the scent of blood and urine. She knew that someone had been hurt, or worse, and it was all her fault. She battled the tears, fought against them and just prayed that this man wouldn’t be hurt as well because of her.
    Looking at the top of her head over his shoulder, he squeezed her hip. “It’s not your fault,” he said in a low subvocal tone he modulated so her human hearing would just catch the words. Turning his head sharply at a small sound, he watched and waited, narrowing his eyes so there would be no glow off them. When nothing else came he patted her hip and moved slowly, guiding her around broken glass toward the doors, every sense he had stretched to the max. It was too quiet and he had an itch between his shoulder blades that was getting worse by the minute, never a good sign.
    Bethany moved along with him, her back to the wall for most of the walk toward the doors and then she clenched her fist tighter on his jacket. “Stop,” she whispered quietly. Swallowing hard, she lifted up on her tiptoes and pulled him down toward her lips. Lips to his ear she whispered, “Death. There is death around that corner, Zaidu. Please don’t turn it.”
    Backing her toward the wall he turned into her and lowered his head. “I know,” he breathed against her ear. Stroking his hands down her arms he lifted his head. “Stay right here and when I tell you, run,” he said under his breath. “Don’t argue, Beth. I’m going to distract him. You’re going to run and I will be on your tail so keep moving. Please,” he whispered, touching her cheek with gentle fingers.
    Bethany nodded and licked her lips. “Only as long as you are with me,” she whispered. “Don’t want to see anymore death, please,” she whispered. “Especially not you.” Even though he had turned her away, she hadn’t him. She honestly felt something for him, something deep and incredible.
    “I will be right behind you,” he assured her, feeling a small amount of relief. Now all he had to do was get her out of there. “Stay here.” He pointed to the floor and backed up a little only to be corralled by her hold on his shirt. Stepping back in, he looked at her hands and then into her eyes. “You have to let go,” he said softly, gently.
    She forced herself to let him go and nodded. “All right,” she whispered and looked up at him. “Don’t you dare get yourself hurt, Zaidu, or I’m going to be very, very cross with you,” she stated bluntly. “Make sure that you follow me or I will come back for you.” She was just that stubborn.
    Tipping his head he studied her for a time and then nodded. “Don’t move until I say to,” he said