It made a strange whiney harrumph sound before it kicked into gear and he made a mental note to get rid of it soon. Sarah needed a safe cage, not a piece of junk. His mood wasn’t great and he wanted to be damned sure that she had nowhere to run to that he couldn’t find her. Tonight when she’d been late he’d known that he wasn’t letting her go. Not after that kiss that had nearly singed his eyebrows with the heat she inspired inside him. He wanted her and he wasn’t going to allow her to run. It just wasn’t happening. He knew that he’d frightened her tonight and he hadn’t intended to. Having been a little ticked about the books and then her being late, his temper was hanging by a thread. His thoughts as he waited for her to show irritated him. They had centered on her running from him and that Reaper wouldn’t, no, couldn’t allow. Some part of him felt possessive and nearly feral at just the thought of not seeing Sarah again.
