“The message from my boyfriend was blunt and to the point: "Run!" I stared at the command on my state-of-the-art iC. The device continued to buzz across the scarred surface of my desk—a door set across two filing cabinets. Since I wasn't inclined to follow orders, even from Agent Cooper Daine, one of the FBI's top werewolf agents in the States, I ignored it. With temperatures still pushing the upper eighties, despite being September, I was extra motivated to not pay attention. Sweat dampened... my neck, my bra and the back of my tank top. I should have invested in an air conditioner instead of listening to Cooper and buying a used security system. I was dying in this heat and I didn't need my bossy sweetie pie giving me orders. I picked up the iC and started to thumb in "why?" plus a few other choice words when someone banged vigorously on the silver reinforced steel door of my office. "Addison Kittner, open up! FBI!" an unpleasantly familiar voice shouted from the other side.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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