Xeon turned the corner and headed toward the main highway that cuts through town.
Despite his swift pace, she effortlessly kept at his side, her gaze warily searching the shadows, her body tense, ready for any unforeseen assault.
Xeon should have been pleased. The woman was obviously clever enough to keep up her guard, despite the seeming lack of threat.
But he wasn’t satisfied.
In fact, he was downright pissy. As if some latent, primitive part of his nature was offended, she would question his right and capacity to keep her safe.
An alarm trickled down his spine like ice, but Xeon grimly ignored the warning. She had been setting off alarms since he first caught sight of her. Instead, he slowed before the cheap chain motel with the blinking vacancy sign.
Mathena frowned as he headed
