The Werewolf Bodyguard (Moonbound Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
Besides protecting his mother, there was not dying. That was pretty high on the list. Aria not dying was another. Or losing any of his fingers or toes or other appendages. These dudes represented all the things he hated about the town part of Vegas, and why he never left the strip. They had chips on their shoulders the size of the Eiffel Tower. Fuckin’ townies. Always out to harsh a buzz. “Stop that,” Aria growled, jerking the wheel. Marco looked up at her. All her features were tight, on edge, like she’d just chewed a big roll of tinfoil. “What?” he asked. “Settle your heart down, for fuck’s sake. I can hear it beating out of your chest.” He shifted his shoulders. Every part of his skin already felt alive around Aria, but now that feeling was encroaching inside. “I’m not used to all this… I don’t know. Stuff.” “Well, get used to it fast.”
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