“Of course I had to. That lone wolf is still out here somewhere.”
She let her hand drift down from her hair. “That’s why you followed me? Because you thought I couldn’t take care of myself?”
He turned his head to face her again, his golden eyes shadowed and wary. “That wasn’t the only reason, obviously.” He pushed himself upright, one leg bent under him as if ready to ward off an attack.
He was arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid.
She forced herself to exhale slowly, as if she could force out the scent of him lingering in her chest. If the stock tank had been nearby, she might have voluntarily jumped in to wash herself clean.
She shifted, letting the verita luna cover her bare skin. When her momentary blindness cleared, Beck was standing, watching her, the wariness still in his eyes. He did not shift, wisely, since in her present state she might have struck.
Instead, she ran.
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