Unleashed

How was he supposed to concentrate on anything when his senses were overcome with her hypnotizing scent? He somehow had to find a way, because he needed his wits about him in order to gauge the strength of her powers.

Would she be able to sense the wolf stirring within him?

He watched the play of emotions cross her face and wondered what she was thinking. Was she trying to reach into the depths of his mind, to glimpse the area that he'd kept suppressed for so many years?

"I guess we're going to be partners for the next couple of days," she said. There was something about the lilt in her voice that drew him in. It got under his skin and warmed his body like the buzz of a fine wine.

"Guess so," he mumbled. Did she have any idea what she was getting herself into? Tracking a werewolf was a far cry from a day at the beach. She could get hurt, or even worse, killed.

"Don't worry, Jace. I know what I'm doing." She folded her arms across her chest and met his gaze unflinchingly.

Great. Now fate had tossed in a little mind reading to really fuck things up. He frowned and shook his head.

She flung her wavy curls off her shoulders and quirked a small smile. "No, I can't read your mind. Captain Sanders warned me you'd be leery."

He cocked one brow in the Cap's direction. Leery? That wasn't the word he?d choose. More like downright opposed.

His Captain stood and moved to the front of his desk. Arms folded across his barrel chest, his gaze darted between Jace and Skylar. "You two play nice." With that, he made his way out into the hall. "And keep safe," he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared from their line of vision.

Jace turned his attention back to Skylar. He studied the petite woman before him. The first woman in a long time to rouse such a primal reaction in him.

The one woman he had to keep his distance from.

God dammit!