Wolf at the Door

chapter Twenty-nine



Horror-struck, Edward was frozen to the spot. He felt like he was in a nightmare. He prayed he was in a nightmare. It wasn’t real, right? None of this was real. He hadn’t seen . . . any of it. He hadn’t seen it. It didn’t happen.

It was happening. Right now.

Rachael had driven right up to the mansion, exactly like she knew where it was.

She’d parked the car in the driveway at a hurried slant, not caring if someone was blocked . . . she’d been there before and wasn’t worried about pissing someone off with a crappy parking job.

She’d gone right into the mansion. Right in. Someone had been watching for her and held the door for her. Held the f*cking door for her! It was that last that seemed to shriek the implication at him.

He plunged his hands in his hair and clutched hard enough to make his eyes water. “What . . . the . . . f*ck?”