A PART FROM THE BOOK
"Talin McKade told herself that twenty-eight-year-old women—especially twenty-eight-year-old
women who had seen and survived what she had—did not fear anything as simple as walking across the road and into a bar to pick up a man.
Except, of course, this was no ordinary man. And a bar was the last place she’d expected to find
Clay, given what she had learned about him in the two weeks since she’d first tracked him down. It
didn’t bode well that it had taken her that long to screw up the courage to come to him. But she had
had to be sure.
What she had discovered was that the Clay she’d known, the tall, angry, powerful boy , had
become some kind of high-ranking enforcer for the dominant leopard pack in San Francisco. Dark River was extremely well respected, so Clay’s position spoke of trust and loyalty. The last word stabbed a blade deep into her heart.
Clay had always been loyal to her. Even when she didn’t deserve it. Swallowing, she shoved
away the memories, knowing she couldn’t allow them to distract her. The old Clay was gone. This Clay… she didn’t know him. All she knew was that he hadn’t had any run-ins with the law after being
released from the juvenile facility where he had been incarcerated at the age of fourteen—for the brutal slaying of one Orrin Henderson.
Talin’s hands clamped down on the steering wheel with white-knuckled force. She could feel
blood rising to flood her cheeks as her heart thudded in remembered fear. Parts of Orrin, soft and wet
things that should have never been exposed to the air, flecking her as she cowered in the corner while
Clay—
No!
She couldn’t think about that, couldn’t go there. It was enough that the nightmare images—full
of the thick, cloying smell of raw meat gone bad—haunted her sleep night after night. She would not
surrender her daytime hours, too."
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