Wolf was tasting her, savoring her scent the way a snake sampled the air. A moment later the too-pink tip of his tongue eeled from his mouth to skim his lips in a slow, sensual glide. His nostrils suddenly flared as he inhaled, long and deep, pulling in her scent. Hips braced against the ruined tumble of frozen flesh and bone, she tried not to flinch as Wolf ’s gaze dragged over her body. but what could she use? Come on, come on, think! She took another quick step back, pressing up against what remained of the pyramid as the Changed drew so close that Wolf could’ve reached out and taken her hand.īut only if he put down Spider’s corn knife first. Could she surprise them again, the way she had Spider? Do something they wouldn’t expect? Yes, that might work, especially if she could get hold of a weapon. Even if she bolted, beyond the circle the snow would be too deep. She watched as they sidestepped the unconscious girl-and never wavered but just kept coming, silent and implacable, that weird choke of hot turpentine and resin mixed with roadkill so strong it was as if that scent somehow yoked them together the way beads ranged on a strong cord.Īll right, she accepted that there was nowhere to go. But every second I’m alive is one more moment I still have a chance to do something.
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