Alaska Alphas 03: Twisted Shifter by Aurora Shifters

Author:Aurora Shifters [Shifters, Aurora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Bree sank down on the bed and stared into space. Something wasn’t right with Wedge. He’d changed. She no longer felt safe.

Trust your gut. Janine’s advice resonated. Bree knew she shouldn’t be here when he got back. But where could she go?

She paced a frantic path around the open spaces in the room. Nerves fluttered through every limb. She sat down on the end of her bed but immediately popped back up, unable to sit still.

Thoughts swirled through her head, one flipping on the next and the next—Wedge’s attitude, Davin, the strange people on this tour. She needed to escape.

The word startled her. You’re not a prisoner. If you want to leave, leave.

Her body moved before her mind finished the sentence. She grabbed her coat and looped her backpack over her arm and started toward the door.

Fear spurred her on. She hurried downstairs, her coat and bag clutched in her hands.

She hit the last step and froze. Maybe she was walking directly into Wedge and his friends. She glanced around the open space. Empty couches formed half circles around two large fireplaces. The fires should have shimmered with welcoming light and heat. Instead the blazes appeared ominous—like they decorated a vampire’s castle.

Now you’re sounding like you’re in a horror movie.

Right. Murder Beneath the Aurora. She shuddered.

Okay, no scaring myself even more.

She didn’t see any of Wedge’s friends and considered taking up a spot in front of the blaze. Her mind was freaking her out. Wedge wouldn’t hurt you. You’re perfectly safe.

The words didn’t penetrate her panic. The anger, the evil, in Wedge’s gaze had been real. She didn’t want to be here if Wedge decided to look for her.

Except, she had no place to go. She glanced at the stairs, wishing she’d taken the time to pack her suitcase but her instincts screamed at her to get out.

Wedge is at dinner. There’s still time. What if he comes back?

Listening to the patter in her brain, she shook her head.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked herself as she wandered toward the closest fireplace. “Wedge isn’t some creature of the night or serial killer.”

Except he did kind of fit the serial killer profile of “he seemed so meek and mild.”

Yeah, not going back upstairs.

Davin. Davin would help you. Davin with the soft beautiful lips and those strong hands sliding over her skin. Her nipples tightened at the memory. Not that he’d touched her breasts but his wandering fingers had drifted close. Close but not enough.

The high collar of her thermal layer underneath clung to her throat and she tugged it away. The material brushed against the side of her neck and burned across the sensitive skin. The same sensation reminded her of when Wedge used to give her hickeys. Surely he—

At the hot springs, she’d checked the spot in the mirror. No bruise. A couple of marks, tiny pinpricks, showed red against her skin.

Exhaustion washed over her. Drat. She needed some place to be, some place safe. The thought of hanging out in an all-night diner didn’t appeal to her but it was an option.

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