Blackblood Bear (A Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Agency Book 2) Read Online Free

up and pulling off his helmet after doing a quick sweep of the street to ensure no other Agents were present. It wouldn’t do for him to be showing them his face if it could be avoided.
    Justin wasn’t too worried about their presence. Whatever had just happened had been for show, to drive home a point to him and to the Underground as a whole. Someone new was in charge, and they were done playing games.
    The woman’s eyes widened as he got up easily and brushed himself off, ignoring the blood and skin scraped across the pavement, leaving a rather unsightly dark mark.
    “I’m clear, uninjured, and not being followed,” he said into the helmet, then tucked it at his side, not listening for a response. His attention was elsewhere. “Look,” he said with a grimace, “I’m really sorry for cutting you off earlier. Honestly, I got distracted and didn’t see you emerging from between the vehicles. It was totally my fault, and I apologize for it.”
    She frowned, still staring at his back. “It’s okay,” she mumbled. “But are you sure you’re okay? You’re back is ripped to shreds…”
    Justin grinned. “I’m fine, trust me.”
    “But…”
    He shrugged. “I’m a shifter; it’ll heal up in a few minutes. Hurts like hell now, but nothing a bit of time won’t fix.”
    The woman rocked back on her heels. “A shifter? Really? I’ve never met one before.”
    “Well, now you have,” he said with a laugh.
    “And the headset?” she prompted, pointing at his helmet. “What’s that, and this,” she swept her hand around to encompass him and the crashed bike, “what is this all about? Are you some sort of secret agent?”
    Justin laughed again, louder this time. “Close enough,” he managed to get out between bouts. “Close enough.”
    The woman gave him a strange stare, as if she didn’t know whether to believe him or not. Her eyes captivated him as they seemed to swirl back and forth between green and blue, a mesmerizing shift that he found tugging at something deep within him.
    Careful, Justin. Don’t do anything stupid here. You don’t know this woman at all. The last thing you want to do is stare at her and make her think you’re some kind of creep.
    So instead of staring, he whipped his eyes away to stare at his bike.
    Smooth. Real smooth. Natural ladies’ man. That’s you, bud.
    His bear rolled its non-existent eyes in disgust and seemed to walk away, throwing its hands up in the air, as if he was beyond even its help. That was a reassuring notion.
    “So what do you do now?” she asked, sounding a little more timid.
    Almost as if you should have said something there, instead of forcing her to. Idiot.
    “Uh, well, if I’m as well-liked as I hope I am, my friends will come back with their truck and I’ll toss it in there.”
    “Come back?” she asked with a frown. “They left you behind after you wiped out like that?”
    He chuckled. “It’s…a little more complicated than that,” he admitted. “And, in case you missed it, I didn’t just wipe out. I was taken out.”
    The woman’s eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. “Oh?”
    She didn’t believe him. That was okay; he had proof.
    “Yes,” he said, still smiling. He took a step toward the road, crooking a finger when she didn’t follow him.
    “I don’t know about this,” she said slowly. “Every time I go between two cars with you nearby, I seem to have some sort of bad experience.
    His smiled became a grin as he reached down and picked up the big door that was lying in the road, half-blocking one of the lanes.
    “See this?” he asked, waiting until she nodded. “This is why I wiped out. Kind of hard to avoid one of those and stay upright on one of these things.”
    The woman shrugged. “You should have seen it coming. It’s called being aware, like seeing someone emerge from between two cars.”
    He looked at her for a long moment. “You know, that really isn’t an excuse, considering that you aren’t actually