"Go to them. I'll need to search your bag here." Aileen followed him out of the hallway and into the room. Two large werewolves were waiting inside. They, too, wore T-shirts and jeans and frowned as the guards left her alone with them, closing the door behind her.
"I am Bastiel," the black-haired giant said. "This is Jaded. You are Aileen Gordon." He sniffed the air, walked around her to examine every inch of her, and glared as he stopped in front of her again.
"You don't smell like Black, and I doubt your story. Human women are not his thing." The black-haired wolf with bright green eyes growled softly at Bastiel.
"Be a sweetheart, Bastiel. It's possible. She is attractive. She may be telling the truth.”
"I don't believe her," Bastiel narrowed his dark eyes. "Prove it to me, woman."
