<b>Chapter </b><b>14 </b>
Skye’s POV
<b>The </b>ss in my hand trembled<b>, </b>sending amber liquid cascading across the polished bar top.
<b>The </b>expensive bourbon I’d been pouring for one of qur regrs formed a growing puddle that quickly reached the edge and dripped onto the floor.<fnde35> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on FιndNovel</fnde35>
<b>‘</b><b>Jesus</b>, Skye!‘ Jessie eximed, rushing over with a rag. “You just wasted twenty bucks worth of top–shelf liquor!<b>” </b>She dabbed at the mess while giving me a suspicious sideways nce. ‘What’s got you so spooked? You’ve been jumpy as a jackrabbit all week.”
M forced <b>a </b>smile, taking the rag from her. “Nothing. Just clumsy tonight.”
But my <b>eyes </b>were fixed on the entrance where he had just walked in–the werewolf with the ocean scent.
Only this time, he wasn’t alone. A woman with short ck hair walked beside him, her arm casually linked through his as they made their way directly to the bar.
<b>My </b>enhanced senses immediately recognized what she was: another werewolf.
Jessie followed my gaze, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.
“Oh, I see what’s happening. Disappointed Mr. Tall–Dark–and–Delicious has a girlfriend<b>?</b>” She nudged me with her elbow. <b>“</b>Can’t me you. <b>I’d </b>be <b>crushed </b>too if I had my sights set on him.”
<b>I </b><b>was </b>indeed shocked, but <b>not </b>for the reasons <b>Jessie </b>imagined.
What were the odds <b>of </b><b>two </b><b>werewolves </b>showing up in this tiny desert town<b>? </b>
And why did they seem to be looking directly at me?
The woman was younger than I’d initially thought, maybe mid–twenties<b>. </b><b>Her </b>ck V–neck tank top revea toned arms that <b>spoke </b><b>of </b>serious training<b>. </b><b>Her </b>brown jeans hugged athletic legs<b>, </b>and she moved with the fluid grace unique to our kind.
When her eyes locked with mine, I caught a sh <b>of </b>something that looked distinctly like suspicion<b>, </b>perhaps even hostility.
They took seats directly in front of my station<b>, </b>eliminating any chance of escape<b>. </b>I quickly wiped up the spilled bourbon, feigning calm <b>as </b>my mind raced through escape scenarios.
“What can I get you<b>?</b><b>” </b><b>I </b>asked, keeping my <b>voice </b>steady.
The woman didn’t answer my question. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying me.
<b>“</b>You’re Skye<b>, </b>right? Adrian says you make amazing cocktails.<b>” </b><b>Her </b>lips curved into <b>a </b>smile. <b>“</b><b>Make </b>me something you think I’d like<b>.</b><b>” </b>
<b>I </b>nced at the man beside her<b>–</b>Adrian. So that <b>was </b>his name.
He’d known mine since his <b>first </b><b>visit</b>, which meant <b>he’d </b>been asking questions. The realization sent a chill down my spine.
Focusing on the <b>task </b>at hand, <b>I </b>reached for bottles with practiced efficiency<b>, </b>creating a Blood Orange Sour–tart, <b>sweet</b>, with an <b>unexpected </b><b>kick </b>at the end. I slid the drink across the bar to her.
She took a small sip, then made a show of wrinkling her nose. Turning to <b>Adrian</b><b>, </b><b>she </b>stuck out her tongue childishly. “<b>She’s </b>not that impressive <b>after </b><b>all</b>.”
<b>Adrian’s </b>response was an indulgent smile before he turned those whiskey–colored eyes <b>on </b><b>me</b><b>. </b>
<b>“</b><b>Please </b><b>forgive </b>my friend’s rudeness. I’ll <b>have </b>another Heartbeat <b>144</b><b>, </b><b>if </b>you don’t mind.”
<b>I </b><b>mixed </b>his drink<b>, </b><b>hyperaware </b>of <b>their </b><b>scrutiny</b>. The woman watched <b>every move </b>I made with unnerving intensity.
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<b>I’m </b>Nadia, <b>by </b><b>the </b><b>way</b><b>, </b>she <b>finally </b>said<b>, </b><b>extending </b>her hand across the bar. When I reluctantly took it, she used the contact to pull me slightly closer, <b>rising </b>from her stool to whisper in my ear<b>. </b>“I know what you are. Why would a lone wolf hide in a shithole like this?”
<b>My </b>blood froze. <b>I </b>flicked a nce <b>at </b>Adrian, who sipped his drink with apparent casualness.
So he had recognized me three days ago. He’d known exactly what I was and hade back with reinforcements.
<b>“</b><b>Why </b>should I tell you anything?” I replied quietly, pulling my hand from her grip.
Nadia’s expression hardened. In one fluid motion that no human could have managed, she nted one hand on the bar top and vaulted over <b>it</b>,nding gracefully in the staff area beside me.
She moved closer, invading my space, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
<b>“</b>What’s your game? Who sent you here?” Her eyes shed with suspicion. “Nobody ends up in Boring, Texas by ident.”
I took a step back, my hand instinctively dropping to where I kept Tink–my silver dagger<b>–</b><b>strapped </b>beneath my apron<b>. </b>
This is employees only. You need to leave<b>.</b>”
Our standoff caught Jessie’s attention. She immediately rushed over, wedging herself between <b>us </b>with protective indignation.
“Hey! Back off!” She gave Nadia a firm shove. “Customers stay on that side of the bar!”
Tension crackled in the air until Adrian’s calm voice cut through it. “Nadia, <b>enough</b>.”
To Jessie, he offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for the disturbance. My friend has had a bit too much to drink. We mean no <b>harm</b><b>.</b>”
Alpha. I’d been right about his status. My instinct to run intensified.
Adrianid several bills beneath his <b>ss</b><b>–</b><b>I </b>caught a glimpse of two hundred–dor notes<b>–</b>before standing. “It’s gettingte. We should <b>head </b>back.”
Nadia looked reluctant to <b>leave </b>our confrontation unfinished, but after a moment of visible internal stole<b>, </b>she rejoined Adrian on the <b>proper </b><b>side </b>of the bar. <b>She </b>threw me onest suspicious nce before they walked out together.
As the door swung shut behind them<b>, </b><b>Jessie </b>snatched up the money Adrian had left, letting out an excited squeal. “Two hundred dors! For two drinks<b>!</b><b>” </b>She did a little dance, waving the bills. <b>“</b>Can this guye every night? Pretty please<b>?</b><b>” </b>
When I didn’t respond, she stopped her celebration to <b>study </b>my <b>face</b><b>. </b>“What’s wrong? What was that woman’s problem anyway<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Nothing,” I mumbled, busying myself with wiping down the bar.
Jessie wasn’t convinced. She leaned against the counter<b>, </b>arms crossed, eyebrows raised in expectation. “Oh, <b>I </b>get it. She’s totally into that Adrian guy and <b>saw </b>how he was looking at youst time. <b>ssic </b>jealousy.”
<b>If </b>only it were that simple. Two werewolves showing up in this remote town<b>, </b>one of them an Alpha<b>, </b>both <b>of </b>them <b>interested </b>in me–nothing about this was coincidence.
I moved through the <b>rest </b>of <b>my </b>shift mechanically<b>, </b>barely registering the customers or <b>Jessie’s </b>chatter<b>. </b>By closing time<b>, </b>I’d made <b>up </b>my mind. Three years of running had taught me when it was time to move on, Tonight was definitely that time.
<b>After </b>thest patron stumbled <b>out </b>and Jessie’s boyfriend arrived to <b>drive </b>her home<b>, </b>I finished cleaning up alone. I’d talk to Buck tomorrow<b>, </b><b>make </b><b>up </b>some family emergency that required me to leave immediately.
I <b>had </b>enough savings to get <b>me </b>to the next town, the <b>next </b>temporary job, the <b>next </b>short–<b>lived </b>sanctuary.
<b>Lost </b><b>in </b>thought, <b>I </b><b>walked </b>to <b>my </b><b>car</b><b>, </b><b>keys </b>clutched in my hand. The parking lot behind the bar was <b>deserted </b><b>and </b>dimly lit, <b>with </b>only a single <b>flickering </b><b>light </b>illuminating <b>the </b><b>area</b>.
was <b>so </b><b>preupied </b><b>with </b>nning my <b>escape </b>that I didn’t notice <b>the </b><b>presence </b>behind <b>me </b>until strong <b>arms </b><b>wrapped </b><b>around </b><b>my </b>waist<b>, </b><b>pulling </b><b>me </b><b>backward </b>