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“We need to wait. That is the only plan right now. If I find an opportunity to get inside I will take it. Leave it to me and I’ll have Isabella McGuire, soon,” Kale said, pushing away from the vehicle and headed back towards the trash littered alleyway behind the dumpster.

The demons took a step towards the shifter, but one look from Logan had them instantly stopping. Now was not the time for the second part of his plan. He needed Isabella McGuire before he moved onto the next phase of his plans and just to make sure the demons understood that, he ripped out the female’s heart and tossed it to the large male before he walked away.


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as she shielded her eyes from the sudden bright light.

“Getting ready for bed. What does it look like?” Chris practically snarled as he made his way to the bathroom.

Great. Asshole Chris was back to stay, she thought as she crawled out of bed to go after him. “Well, it looks like you’re in the wrong room. Actually, you seem to be in the wrong suite!” she said, throwing the closed bathroom door open and nearly tripped over her own tongue as she watched Chris in all his na**d glory step into the glass encased standalone shower.

Chris sighed heavily as he turned the shower on. “I’m sorry, Munchkin.”

“For what”?” she asked cautiously since there really was so much for him to apologize for, but doubted he ever would. No, not the man who flipped out after Eric informed him that not only would she not be leaving the country, but that she was taking up residence in the compound.

She still didn’t know what the hell he thought he was going to accomplish by chasing her around the suite.

Well, he probably thought he was going to spank her ass like he kept promising to do, but thankfully Eric, Ephraim, Joshua and about a half dozen people she didn’t know dragged him away.

Actually she was a little surprised that he was calm, well more surprised that they let him back on this floor since he’d promised to tie her up and drag her off to the island himself, but then again it had been fourteen hours since she last saw him and Ephraim and Eric probably talked some sense into him.

“For being too tired to make love to you tonight, Munchkin. I just got off a double patrol,” he explained.

“But don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you in the morning.”


Apparently they hadn’t managed to talk any sense into the man. In fact he seemed pretty delusional to her at the moment. Did he really think she’d let him touch her? After the hell he put her through? It was over and if she hadn’t made that painfully clear when he decided to leave her handcuffed inside a van then she needed to rectify that little misunderstanding right now.

“You’re not staying in this room with me, Chris. In fact you’re not staying in this suite with me. I already have a roommate,” she announced firmly.

“Oh, you mean Joshua? He decided he’d rather room elsewhere,” he said casually, but there was no missing the satisfaction in his voice.

“What did you do?” she demanded even as she made her way out of the bathroom and bedroom. She walked across the living room and threw Joshua’s door open.

Joshua was gone and so was the double mattress, she noted, frowning.

“You son of a bitch!” came the muffled roar from the hallway.

She walked to her front door and opened it, not really sure what to expect, but what she didn’t expect to find was a bare mattress secured to the wall across the hall with Joshua upside down and attached to it by what looked like a lot of duct tape over bare skin. She winced, imagining the tape being yanked off.

The sign taped to his feet caught her attention and had her lips twitching. “Get Your own mate, ass**le.”

“Do you want help?” she asked, stepping into the hallway, not really sure how she was going to get him down without hurting him.

“Yes!” he hissed out, struggling against his bonds.

“Don’t worry about him, Munchkin,” Chris said, startling the hell out of her.

She turned around to find him dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his lean h*ps and his glare narrowed solely on her.

“I’d worry about yourself if I were you,” he said coldly as he reached out and snagged her wrist.

“Wait a minute! Let’s talk about this!” she practically pleaded as he pulled her back into the apartment and slammed the door shut.

“You bastard!” Joshua yelled, but he didn’t seem to care.

She stumbled back away from him as he started to stalk towards her. Her eyes widened when he slowly removed his towel and began to dry off, but what really had her attention was the large angry looking erection between his legs that seemed to be following after her.

“I’m curious as to how you managed to convince Eric to allow you to stay here,” he said casually as if he weren’t stalking after her with a damn monster between his legs.

“It wasn’t that difficult. The Sentinel network needs an overhaul and I can do it. Not to mention that he wants my programs,” she said with a casualness that she wasn’t feeling. She was so unbelievably turned on right now that she was having a problem focusing.

Did wanting a man she was pissed at make her a slut?

If it did she didn’t care. He wasn’t forgiven for turning his back on her, he probably never would be, but she wanted him. Now.

Her legs began to tremble as she quickened her pace away from him and she felt moisture pool between her legs. It frustrated her that she could react to a man that wanted nothing to do with her or their baby like this.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She shouldn’t want him. She should be slapping him and screaming at him, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t and she hated herself for that.

“So, you tricked him into letting you stay here,” Chris surmised, still following after her. She nearly fell over an end table in her mad attempts to get away from him.

“I didn’t trick him!” she snapped back. She hadn’t. All she did was point out the fact that his network sucked and that she could fix it and of course Sebastian pointed out that the security they set up sucked. She would have loved to negotiate Sebastian’s freedom, but he wouldn’t let her. The only thing he asked for was for someone to watch out for his family.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. You decided you just had to play at being a Sentinel, so guess what, Munchkin?

You and I are going to play,” he said, sending a delicious shiver through her body.

“W-what do you mean?” she asked, licking her lips as she rushed around the couch to get away from him.

“Exactly what it sounded like, Munchkin. You want to live here in a Sentinel compound then you’re going to act like a Sentinel. You’re going to train and do your duties without bitching. Since you’re mated that also means that you’ll keep house for me, cook, doctor my wounds and spread your legs when I have excess energy,” he bit out, not sounding particularly happy about it.

That was okay with her because she wasn’t happy with his little assumptions either. She rushed around the coffee table as she tried to decide with little misconception she should correct first.

“I work in the IT department, buddy, and whether or not you think that’s work, I don’t care. I’ll be putting in long hours and probably won’t have time for anything else.”