“A better life than this.”
“Clean clothes!” Cady announced, returning with a bundle. “I’m built more like a sapling than a woman, so I didn’t have toomany options. These should fit you well enough until Isaac can get you new things.”
“Thank you, but—” I turned back around. Saul was gone.
Isaac gave up everything he wanted.
Except me.
Chapter 20
Boyfriend Material
Tara
Theairwasdampand heavy when I stepped onto the front porch. Overhead there were hundreds of twinkling stars, the storm clouds from this morning a distant memory.
I wished it all felt that far away.
My ex-boyfriend was a werewolf.
Everything I saw the night I left was real.
Then there was Isaac.
Of all the men I could have run into that night—why him? How did I run from one Barbeaux, only to end up in the arms of another?
I rubbed absently at my chest, trying to make sense of what I was feeling.
A smart person would find the keys to one of the trucks parked under the house and drive as far as possible on a single tank of gas. Even if I didn’t have my wallet or my belongings, I would still have my life.
How far was Jay’s reach? I assumed he found me because of that phone call. He heard Isaac’s voice and knew where I was.
There was still the man at the boat launch. I remembered his eyes and I knew—he was one of them too.
Had Jay known where I was all along? Was he giving me a chance to come back to him willingly?
Why me?
“We’re territorial. Might be you stuck around long enough for him to think you’re his.” But even Eli didn’t look like he fully believed that. “You ought to talk to Isaac about the rest. Not really my place to explain.”
I gleaned a little more from Cady. She told me that she and Eli were soulmates. I could tell she wasn’t just being sentimental.
I walked down the steps. Under the house was dark. Beyond it was nothing but a tangle of wild plants.
The wind moved with my breath, whispering through the foliage and making me shiver. I had the distinct sensation of being watched, as if every shadow was hiding a set of eyes.
There was something familiar about this place. I felt like I had memories here. Like I knew the bayou somehow—or it knew me.
All the talk about werewolves was starting to get to me.
I stopped underneath the house, startling when I noticed a figure in the front seat of the nearest truck.
It was Isaac, head tipped back, eyes closed.
When my gaze landed on him, those eyes snapped open, swirls of green and gold glowing in the night. For half a heartbeat his face took on that dangerous, sharp look.
A glimpse of what he was.