Siena stares at him in frustration. “You’re going to help me? I thought you said—”
“I know what I said. But if you’re so determined to march down the road to ruin anyway, I might as well make sure you won’t end up in the news the next day, r***d and brutally murdered by a psychopath you were too drunk to recognize,” he tells her sternly. “There are many predators in this world, Siena. And not all humans are vulnerable just because they can’t shift. You might have an advantage as a shifter but it will not stop your attacker if you’ve been drugged.”
“I don’t even know your name!” She narrows her eyes at him. “How do I know you’re not a psychopath yourself?”
He gives her a wolfish grin. “You don’t, but between the devil you know and the devil you don’t, wouldn’t you rather be with someone
