Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (SW 3) by Selena Blake

Author:Selena Blake [Blake, Selena]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Selena Blake
Published: 2011-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

After lunch, footsteps sounded from the back of the house. Cayenne strode back into the foyer and looked out the windows flanking the door. She knew Emil would use the cover of night to attack. Young vamps could not stand direct sunlight.

The question was, how long would it take him to find her? And once he found her, would he attack immediately or wait until their guard was down?

“Jules, you and Laurent take first watch. I’ve got some calls to make,” Sebastian's deep voice called from behind her.

Jules kissed Angelica, before sending her upstairs. Then he strode to the window and brushed aside the curtains.

After a long silent moment he spoke. “Laurent’s waited a long time for you.”

Her defenses went up. “His mistake,” she said without thinking.

But that wasn’t right. It wasn’t Laurent’s mistake. It was Emil’s.

“For loving you that much?” Jules words were filled with malice. She wasn't surprised. She couldn't even blame him. Jules Deveraux loved his cousin. She admired that kind of loyalty. The only thing she was loyal to was her sword.

“You'd rather just believe love doesn't exist, wouldn't you?” he asked. “So you can go back to doing whatever it is you do.”

“It's what I know.” A painful but true admission. But it wasn’t everything she was. She couldn’t believe that anymore.

“It was,” he corrected, almost as if he’d read her thoughts.

“What is it that you want?” she asked, halting right behind him. She had to admit that Jules Deveraux was a handsome man. He was tall and lean, with the same dark looks that Laurent was blessed with. She heard his heartbeat, strong and steady, and her fangs lengthened ever-so-slightly.

“Most people would die for the chance to be loved the way he loves you.”

“I'm not most people.” And she’d already died once. For what? What good had it done?

“No, you're not.” He turned and looked down at her, his eyes holding a mixture of hate and pity. “You don't deserve him.”

The words, sharp and true, cut her like a knife. She rocked back on her heels and frowned. Then she turned and continued her trek across the wooden floor.

Jules was right. She hardly knew Laurent. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She'd watched him for the better part of two weeks, and had seen enough to form her own opinions. Learned enough to know what kind of man he truly was. Despite his moody exterior, that possessive streak, and the occasional fit of temper, he was a nice guy. Generous and charming.

“You're right. I don't deserve him.” She stopped next to Jules and surveyed the yard. “But just for the record, I didn't ask for any of this.”

“No, you didn't.” He turned toward her. “But you wanted him all those years ago. I find it hard to believe you'd just throw all that away.”

“I don't remember any of it.”

“But you feel it.”

How did he know that? She cocked her head and looked up at him.

“He cried for you.”

Cayenne shook her head unable to believe his words.

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