I looked up at him and fought the urge to gaze down the length of his body. Clay and the dark-haired werewolf grabbed the man and dragged him over the bodies of his friends, and away, just away. I promise. He came for me in a blur of movement.
Richard looked at me. We'll be there, Wicked said. How will I know what you discover from him? I smiled, and again it wasn't a pleasant smile. He did it the only way he knew how, by forcing my legs apart with his hips, so I couldn't just go to my knees and lift him off.
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