those assholes were out there and could do that to anyone made her want to rip someone’s face off.
Nick would find them. That’s what he did best. She went into her room and stripped, rushing in to take a quick shower. After her shower, she changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top from the clothes she’d tossed into her overnight bag when she got the call from Nick.
Sleep was harder to come by. Her lioness kept reminding her that Knox was hers. And that none of her previous arguments were valid any longer. He was now a shifter. The last thing she had to worry about was breaking him in bed. Oh, good god. Why did she go there?
This new version of Knox in bed with her was so not what she needed to think about. She could already imagine him ripping her clothes off and fucking her into the headboard. It might be the highlight of her entire adult life.
TWELVE
Early the next morning, Knox leaned against Scarlett’s open bedroom door, watching her sleep. He wanted to crawl into bed with her, let her body curl around him and maybe then he’d be able to quiet the animal. His mind was running a million miles an hour. Already the thirst to run outside and let the wind hit his face, let the animal loose and hunt, were driving him insane.
He couldn’t stop the building need to have her. A driving lust that demanded she be his. He burned for her. There was a growing possessiveness that she be his mate and then all would be right in the world. The feelings didn’t worry him. He’d wanted Scarlett since the moment he saw her. Now if only they’d hurry up and let him have her. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
There was something else. Something he didn’t know how to explain. A new pull inside him. He went back to his room. Everything looked so differently now. He didn’t even need his glasses anymore. It was like high definition twenty-four seven.
Zeke and Nick were in his guestroom, waiting for him. It was funny that they had not taken him to his own bedroom only a few doors down. In a way, he was glad. He didn’t need Scarlett seeing that side of him. The comic books in pristine plastics. The DC comics movie collection. Hell, his cheeks flamed at the thought of her seeing his action figure collection. He’d have to man up.
“What’s going on?” he asked Nick, noticing his friend’s tense stance.
“My lab partner,” Zeke shouted. “He stole everything. The serums, your blood and my research.”
Nick turned to face Knox. “If this gets out, you will be targeted. The government will want to cut you up in pieces and see how they can put you back together.”
Zeke’s face paled. “He didn’t know what I was working on. Our lab is so big, but I think he overheard my call and must have gotten curious.”
“Don’t you keep that kind of stuff under lock and key?”
Zeke winced. “Yes, but I guess with all the years we’ve worked together, he figured out my passwords.”
Fucking hell. Knox met Nick’s gaze. “There’s only one thing to do. Find him.”
Nick nodded. “I’ve got my men on it.”
“I want to help,” Knox stated. “I know I can be useful.”
“Are you crazy?” Zeke argued. “We can’t let you out in the general population without knowing what else is going on with you.”
Knox growled and took a step towards Zeke. Zeke blanched and moved to use Nick for cover. “Tell him, Nick.”
Nick stared at Knox for a tense second before shaking his head. “We need all hands on this.”
“You’re making a mistake,” Zeke warned.
“Then it’s my mistake to make,” Nick threw back. “Now tell us everything else we need to know about this guy.”
“He lives in a tiny ass apartment down the street from the lab.” Zeke paced the room. “I went there but it was empty. Like he’d hightailed it out of town in a rush.”
Nick snorted. “No kidding.”
“He’s got family,” Zeke glanced at Nick. “I already told you about them.”
“My men