A Beauty So Beastly by RaShelle Workman

Author:RaShelle Workman [Workman, RaShelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Polished Pen Press
Published: 2014-07-03T04:00:00+00:00

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The ride to the Salt Lake International Airport was mostly silent. Adam drove the Lykan, his eyes focused on the road. I tried to start a conversation with him a couple different times but it never went anywhere. Finally I gave up and focused on the view. It was early summer, so wildflowers bloomed all along I-15. In the distance were the mountains. Seeing them reminded me of what I’d experienced last night. Hunting and then seeing a werecat or Vaktare and then a werewolf. I found it odd that the Vaktare wanted to kill me while the wolf protected. It seemed like it should’ve been the other way around.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from Will. A wave of guilt washed through my body. He’d been the first to find me but I hadn’t even thanked him. And I’d thrown his present into the pool. I’d been terrible to him since the day we met.

Can I see you? His text read.

I quickly texted back: Can’t. On my way to the airport.

Where to?

I debated whether to tell him.

“Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Not until you’re sure who you can trust.” Adam watched me from the corner of his eye.

“How can you read my texts and drive?” I glanced away, irritated.

He tapped his eyelid with his finger. “Good eyesight.”

“Huh.” I turned the phone away from Adam’s gaze and texted back: It’s a secret. I sent it, then decided it was better to say something to him via text rather than not at all, especially since I didn’t know when I’d see him again. So I texted: I wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have thrown your gift in the pool. It was actually very thoughtful. Thank you, and I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. I hit Send and waited for a response.

Finally one came: Who is this and what have you done with my Bea?

I laughed. She’s here. Just a little changed.

Now I really want to see you.

I’ll text you when I get back.

Adam arrived at the airport. I directed him toward the private airstrip. Our plane was silver and had a red rose blooming on either side. The name Cavanaugh was painted in large black letters over the top.

“Your family doesn’t do anything small, do they?” He parked and glanced over.

“Nope. Some of my dad’s business associates say his slogan should be: Go Cavanaugh or go home.” I smiled.

Adam got out of the car. I met him at the trunk where he pulled out my bags and handed them to a waiting agent.

“Take-off is in twenty minutes,” the guy said.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Yes, Miss Cavanaugh.” He took the suitcases and went up the stairs. I watched him, nervous about turning back to Adam. Facing him. Saying good-bye. I didn’t want to do that. Part of me wanted to demand he come. I’d promised myself when I first met him that I would make him suffer.

Adam broke the awkward silence. “If you need me, call.

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