Chapter 12

I gulp as we approach Luca’s lower bunk because I am completely out of my element never, ever been in a boy’s bed before except, obviously, a member of my family –

I’ve

But Luca, to my relief, gestures me towards the head of his bed before sitting down on the other end, lounging back against the metal footboard with one leg bent at the knee, his arm wrapped casually around it. I grimace a little inwardly to see that his left boot is sole–down on his blankets. Slowly I lower myself onto the bed, perching on the edge, my eyes unblinking as I watch him.

“Make yourself comfortable, Shrimp,” he says, raising his chin and indicating that I should relax. “I’m not going to bite.”

My wolf gasps. Do you think we could get him to do that? He could give us his mark!

Mentally I smack her on the nose and she gives a little yelp, but it does nothing to defer her excitement.

Slowly I do as Luca bids, leaning back against his pillow a little and curling my bare feet beneath me. I don’t say anything though, letting him start the conversation.

He grins at me, lifting his other leg and stretching it out along the length of the mattress, effectively pinning me in on my left side. I glance down at his gigantic foot, which is just inches from me now, before raising my eyes back at him. Without intending to, I wrinkle my nose.

Luca bursts into laughter.

“Are you like, a clean freak or a germaphobe, Shrimp?” he asks, turning his foot so that he taps me with the dirty toe of his boot.

“No!” I protest, even as I flinch away from his boot – mostly because I don’t want any more tingles but, also, yes! Because it’s a dirty boot!

away.

“You totally are,” he says, grinning at me from the other end of the bed but turning his foot

“First you go

take a secret bath in the middle of the night, then the only time I can get you alone is when you’re brushing your teeth, and now you’re scared of a dirty boot?” He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly entertained.

“Did you ever consider that you’re just dirty, Luca?” I ask, leaning forward and flicking my eyes deliberately to where his shoe is pressed into his clean blankets. “Because I think that

S

wanting a hot bath and brushing my teeth just makes me normal.”

“So,” he says, leaning forward to peer at me, his smile deepening. “You know my

I sit back, fast, blushing a little to have been caught out.

name.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, laughing again as he, too, leans back. “I know yours too, Shrimp.”

“It’s not Shrimp,” I say, renewing my glare.

Clark,” he says, tilting his head at me.

victory show, because of course he doesn’t

wolf ridiculously prompts. Maybe he’ll say

but she dodges my blow and continues to run

frankly, so

powerful body so relaxed – and how his scent is coming off of him in waves after

hit with the memory of him running his fingers through his

staring at him, thinking about what he looks like n*ked. No wonder he thinks I’m

a bath,” I reply, my voice cold. “Like I said. Now are you going to

bunk?”

chances,” Luca says, ignoring my question, “that you and my mate would be

lowering a little at the irony of his question.

find out you kidnapped me,” I say, not bothering to answer, even as my body settles back against his pillow a little. Because as much as my mind knows I’ve got to get back to my bed?

lightly interrogated by my gorgeous mate.

yips

ignoring my comment and

gone.

really ugly,” I snap in reply, something in me

says, shaking his

lie. “I didn’t get a good look at her.”

then when I pointed south, you confirmed that that was her direction?”

I breathe,

sent McClintock in one direction and me in another,” he

stayed crouched by the pool. I didn’t look where he pointed, I just said yes to whatever direction he

face. “Seriously, Shrimp – why are you holding out? Is she…is she in

lying –” I

fact that’s frustrating because it’s true. It’s bizarre – like he can already read me or something. “You know something, Shrimp, and I can’t

you,” I say quietly. “Maybe she doesn’t want

someone want to meet their mate?” Luca asks, leaning forward, staring

on one hand I am the girl he’s talking about –

from him, trying to keep our bond a secret. And on the other hand… I’m sitting here

silence, and I know that there’s absolutely no place I’d rather be

little

think, shaking my head a little. I am…I am in

as he studies me and his eyes

over me – I don’t

pressing my lips together, wetting them. And then I leave my mouth slightly parted

subtly then, fastening on my

swear to god, a shudder passes through him,

sit up straight,

I realize because a new hand wraps around my arm now and yanks me out of Luca’s

hell are you doing here,” Rafe growls, glaring down at me as I scramble for

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255