half-breed without a pack.
What do you think she meant by someone’s been trying to kill her for years?”
Aries shrugged again. “I don’t know, but what should we do with her?”
“I think we should take her to your apartment. It’s not too far from here. Maybe then we’ll get the answers we’re looking for.”
“What about Uncle Paris’s mission?”
“Damn my father’s mission. There’s still time to deal with that.” Constantine looked into Sarah’s face, and his heart sped up as though he’d just gone on a long run. When he’d kissed her, he’d only intended to quiet her, but when their lips had met, the sensations were an altogether new experience in his one hundred and fifty years.
What was it about this half-breed that had awakened feelings of longing within him?
Yes, she was lovely, but he’d been with women far more attractive. And yet, it was Sarah who made his cock throb with an aching need. A wave of fierce possessiveness swept
through him; he hugged her closer.
Aries chuckled. “God, you’re a fast worker. You want to get into her pants, right? Don’t you ever think of anything other than pussy?”
“Fuck you.” Constantine glared at him. For some reason it bothered him to hear Sarah spoken of so casually, when it would never have fazed him with most other women. “Let’s get her back to your place.”
“Do you want me to take her? You’re driving after all.”
Constantine held Sarah tightly. He didn’t want his cousin to touch her. “No. I’ll carry her. You drive.”
“You’re going to let me drive the Hummer?” Aries sounded both slightly disbelieving
and amused.
“Yeah, but only this once.” Constantine managed to extract his keys from his jacket
pocket without jostling Sarah, tossing them to Aries. Then the cousins made for the car.
When they reached the vehicle, Constantine slipped into the passenger seat with a limp Sarah on his lap.
Aries started the engine. “What are you going to do with her once we get to my place?”
“She intrigues me. Don’t you wonder why she thinks someone is trying to kill her? She took one look at us and fled, which makes me believe she knows what we are. I mean, how could she not realize what she is? She’d have to shift during the full moon, right?”
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“I thought about that, too, but the fear in her eyes was genuine, and she really doesn’t have anything to gain by lying to us. You also need to remember that half-breeds run the risk of losing themselves when they shift.”
Constantine frowned. “Meaning?”
“Meaning she may not remember when it happens.”
Sarah chose that moment to come to. “Where am I?” she asked groggily, apparently
trying to take in her surroundings.
“We’re going to Aries’s apartment.” Constantine was once again aware of her delicious scent and thought how melodic the sound of her voice was to his ears.
When she wiggled on his lap, his cock shot up, straining against his jeans. Sarah must have felt it, because she stiffened.
“Was it necessary of you to place me on your lap? I don’t recall saying I’d go anywhere with you.”
“Maybe not, but what were we supposed to do when you passed out? We couldn’t very
well leave you in that alley. What was that about, anyway?”
She clutched her head in her hands. “Oh, my God. Now I remember. You implied that
I was one of you. Your teeth... Are you... werewolves?” She whispered the last word as if it were dirty.
“You could call us that, I guess, but it’s not what we truly are. I have to ask again. What pack do you or did you belong to?”
“I already told you I have no pack.”
“But you must, unless you’re a lone wolf -- and I just can’t picture you as one.”
“None of this is making sense. Look, why don’t you just drop me off here, and I’ll find my way home.”
“You know we’re not going to do that,” Constantine mock-scolded her.
“Why the hell not?
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