Werewolves Of Chicago: Curragh (Werewolves Of... Book 6) - Plot & Excerpts
Why did I run away? Why didn’t I just stay where I was, safe with him? I’m so stupid. I love him, no matter what he is, and now…I might not ever see him again. Biding her time, she asked him, “How’d you get the boards off?” He didn’t answer, so she added, “These entrances were locked up.” On a low growl, he ordered her to walk faster. “But I can’t see anything!” With sarcasm dripping from her tongue, she muttered, “Excuse me if I’m slowing you up.” “I don’t mind,” he said with another sick smile she could hear. It’s amazing how much you can tell from the tone of someone’s voice. “I like the view.” She blanched and kept walking, now very aware of how well these jeans hugged her curves. But years of police training hadn’t been forgotten, and she turned to what she knew to help her focus on something other than her fear. Most criminals are pretty fucking stupid, as well as very impressed with themselves.
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