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Chapter 5

Rubbing at his gritty eyes as he leaned against the back wall of Michaela’s Muse, Brody took another deep gulp of coffee, wondering if he’d ever had a worse night’s sleep. It had been hell—no, worse than hell—being tortured with the slow burn of temptation.

After Michaela had climbed out of his truck last night, it hadn’t taken her long to get rid of the ex. He’d hated letting her handle the jerk on her own, but he’d known it was for the best. The guy had met her on the steps, and they’d talked for no more than a minute, the human’s pale eyes cutting from Michaela to his truck again and again, narrowed with suspicious jealousy. Just when he’d had enough and was reaching for his door handle, the bastard had turned and stalked away from her, heading to his car and screeching down the street in what he’d probably thought was a macho display of speed, which had just made him look ridiculous. Brody had grabbed the bag he always kept in his backseat then and met her on the porch.

Unwilling to let her out of his sight, he’d planned on taking the floor in her bedroom for the night, but she’d surprised him, once he’d made his intentions clear, with a spare bedroom that housed a pair of twin beds. Thinking about it now, he almost laughed, knowing they must have looked like something out of an episode of I Love Lucy. The corner of his mouth kicked up at the thought, and he shook his head.

With everything he had on his plate—the hunt for the rogues and the search for a way to bring Drake down, trying to find the psychotic maniac responsible for killing the blond humans, and his duty to keep Michaela safe—he didn’t know why he kept having this bizarre urge to grin. It wasn’t like him, damn it, and he didn’t like it, same as he hadn’t liked the way he’d relaxed around her during the drive into the city, before he’d realized what was happening.