Blood Bound (Mercy Thompson, #2)

by Patricia Briggs

I’d had werewolves love me and hate me, but I’d never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel.

Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.

‘Even with my willpower, his lure was too great,’ I said melodramatically, complete with wrist to forehead. If I made a joke of it, he’d never realize how truthful I was being.

He wasn’t angry or hurt. He looked thoughtful, as if someone had just given him the answer to a question that had been bothering him. He knew.

‘A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man.’ Then he winked. ‘I’ll have her home before ten, though, just in case.’

When he was home, he acted as if he’d never kissed me, never told me that he was still interested. I didn’t know if that was reassuring or frightening. Samuel was a very patient hunter.