![]() ![]() She looked hard, out of the corners of her eyes, but except for something in the shape of his hands and eyes, she couldn't see Charles in him at all. ![]() She knew Charles was almost two hundred years old, and that would necessitate his father being older yet. He was the Marrok, the one all the Alphas answered to-and no one dominated an Alpha werewolf by being sensitive and gentle. ![]() Someone sensitive, gentle, and young-but she knew he was none of these things. Charles's father, Bran Cornick, looked for all the world like a college student, a computer geek or maybe an art major. ![]() She glanced over at the man who was driving Charles's rented SUV with casual ease through the light after-morning-rush-hour traffic on the slush-covered expressway as if he were a Chicago native instead of a visitor from the wilds of Montana. Its mocking absence only pointed out what a coward she really was. Without him, all of her newly regained confidence had disappeared. She'd only known him a day and a half, and he'd changed her world.at least while he was still next to her. She hadn't realized how much of her confidence had been tied to having Charles beside her. Chicago: November Anna Latham tried to disappear into the passenger seat. ![]()
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