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lips when Damien moved in the room and his brother Dante followed him. Just as tall and broad as Damien, it was no wonder Rebel liked her job. And now she understood why he bothered her so much. It was kind of like how Damien unnerved her. They both oozed testosterone and some kind of male magnetism that was hard to describe. Whatever it was, she imagined neither of these men lacked in female companionship.
    "Faith this is Dante. Dante, faith."
    "Hey." He smiled and held up two bags in his hands. "Hungry?"
    She shrugged and eyeballed the coffee cups instead. "Is one of those for me?"
    "Absolutely, take your pick. There’s sugar and creamer in the bag if you need it." Dante stepped forward and offered her the tray. "Damien tells me you've had a rough night."
    "Understatement of the year." She sipped gently at the cup, testing the heat level before gulping some of it down.
    "Our island's not usually a hotbed of trouble on a Monday night," Dante winked at her. "It seems the rising moon is wreaking all kinds of havoc."
    Her eyebrows raised. "If you say so. But I've always found the island to be a bit of an enigma. You may not be that far from the city, but you might as well be a thousand miles away. It's like visiting another culture."
    "That's a whole lot of opinion formed from one wolf bite." Damien interjected, his eyebrows drawn together with a look that had annoyance written all over it.
    "Speaking of which... I think that's our cue to part ways. I'm going to stay here and keep an eye on Rebel here so you can go with Damien."
    She looked between her sleeping sister and this man she barely knew. "Why in the world would I go anywhere but here? I came to your lovely little rock to find out what's going on with my sister and that's what I intend to do."
    Damien stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders. That firm, strong touch caught her off guard again. She looked up and her gaze collided with his. The usually vivid green hue of his eyes had darkened, making it impossible to read anything. But his intensity heightened and her skin tingled at their connection.
    "You're not safe here."
    Faith gulped for air. His body this close to hers short circuited her ability to think and form complete sentences without a lot of effort. "Why am I not safe? I don’t understand."
    "I'd rather explain that when I'm certain you are secure. We need to leave."
    This was crazy. She wasn't going to jump just because he was ridiculously good looking.
    Liar. She’d probably do just about anything if he asked, including lick his entire body.
    Her mind might reject her thought shenanigans, but her body certainly didn't. Her skin sizzled from head to toe at the thought of something–anything happening between them.
    Talk about inappropriate.
    "I'm not going anywhere with you," she pointed at Damien, "or him," she hooked her thumb at his equally ridiculously good looking brother, "unless someone gives me a damn good reason. Like an epically good reason."
    The two men exchanged knowing glances and her stomach dropped. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what they were about to say.
    "Do it, Damien. You need to quit wasting time. If the rogue is coming for her, it won't take him long to pick up her trail here."
    "Who's coming for me?" she asked. "And what on earth for? I'm nobody."
    Damien turned back to her and she would swear he managed to turn the intensity up by several notches. "You have never been a nobody, but tonight you became prey. The wolf that bit you wasn't an ordinary wolf. He's a shapeshifter. Part human, part wolf and all predator. I can smell it on you."
    Faith took several steps back. Obviously good looking came with a drawback. Crazy.
    Greeeaaattt.
    "I know it sounds ridiculous and unbelievable, but trust me. What I'm saying is true."
    Dante's head nodded, "He's right. We need to get you somewhere more secure."
    "No, no. This is crazy." Why did they keep looking at her like that? As if she was a child who couldn't