Chapter Seven
LILLIAN
“You didn’t kick my a*s,” Lillian murmured, returning to her pack and putting on her clothes. She squeezed into her underwear, then jeans. A black b*a and her wrap top completed the look, and she emerged from the alley, and stepped into the light, looking up at the man who, as a matter of fact, had nearly beaten her in a wolf-on-man fistfight.
Correction. Wolf-on-vampire- fistfight.
She saw that he was dressed similar to her. Boots, jeans, a gray t-shirt. He wasn’t sweating, even in the torrid heat. He wasn’t even showing any signs of exertion. She saw the same wide shoulders, the broad chest, the narrow waist, the long, veiny, and muscular arms. When she finally lifted her chin and looked at his face – perhaps embarrassment at being beaten so soundly had slowed d
