All night her thoughts had been filled with a certain sexy hybrid’s dark good looks and what she’d like to do with him. It was crazy. Getting involved with a hybrid, especially one on the run, seemed like the sort of judgment her sister would use. This wasn’t her. Paige was the practical one. She was the one who did what she needed, not what she wanted, even though every piece of her lady bits was telling her she needed to spend some quality time with Justus in the horizontal position, the vertical position or any position really. Over and over she’d been exposed to his hard, muscular body. Despite her better judgment, every inch of his chiseled abs and pecs were etched into her brain. There was no denying it. Justus was one of the sexiest men she’d ever laid eyes on. And then there was the whole Vestal business. His words came back to her, echoing in her mind. Had he really traveled through the woods, bleeding and in pain, just because her scent called to him? It all seemed so far out there, but it explained so much about the hybrids and about why so many of the women around them seemed to fall in love so quickly and were happy with their choice.
