Free Angels & Sinners: The Motor City Edition by Melanie Harlow, Bethany Lopez, Breigh Forstner, Ashley Suzanne, Bethany Shaw, Cori Williams, D.M. Earl, Jennifer Fisch-Ferguson, Sara Mack, Shayne McClendon Page A

her, it was his brother she was running from.
    “Well this is an interesting development,” Kendrick smirked at her. He winked at her. “Oh and most people call me Kendrick, but I could be your God.”
    “What are you doing here?” Astrid glared. Why was he here? At her flat? It couldn’t be a coincidence could it? Of course not. He was here on his brother’s behalf. Here to bring her back kicking and screaming to Killian. No. That didn’t seem right. Kendrick and Killian weren’t exactly close. Or they hadn’t been when she’d left. Had something changed? If memory served, Kendrick wasn’t too popular with anyone in his family. Maybe her cover wasn’t blown after all. She could only hope.
    “Well as a matter of fact I am staying in my flat,” Kendrick said indicating her absent neighbors home.
    “That is yours?” she stammered as she stared up at the large flat. Impossible. How was she living next to Killian’s brother and not known it?
    “It is,” Kendrick beamed. His amber eyes danced with mirth. He’s enjoying this. “It looks like you and I are going to be neighbors. This little trip is getting better by the minute,” he continued excitedly.
    “Well this is just perfect. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for work,” Astrid flustered, glaring at him for a long moment before darting towards her little blue car.
    “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around,” Kendrick called after her.
    “I’d really prefer if we didn’t,” Astrid hollered back over her shoulder. She climbed into her car and quickly locked the doors. Jamming her key into the ignition, she shifted into drive, and mashed her foot down on the accelerator. What was she going to do now? Was Kendrick here for her? Or did he have his own agenda? Damn it, she was just starting to like Tuscany too.
    She chanced a glance in her rearview mirror. No one was there. Gripping the wheel tighter, she took in her surroundings. Everything appeared to be normal. Maybe running into Kendrick was a freak occurrence. Maybe she didn’t have to leave. Astrid turned down the road to work. The first thing she saw out of the ordinary, she was hightailing it out of Tuscany.
    ***
    Astrid took the long way home. The day had been uneventful. There were no signs of Kendrick—or any other wolves. If they were here, they would’ve already made their move against her. Glad that she didn’t have to worry about that, she focused on her other problem.
    What was she going to do about Kendrick? Would he leave her be, or would he make her life a living hell? Should she move out of Tuscany anyway? No. She wasn’t going to run. She liked it here, and Kendrick probably didn’t want to be found anymore than she did. That’s a risky gamble. But it was most likely true. I’m not running away from this. I want to stay.
    If Kendrick chose to pester her, she would figure out how to make his life a living hell as well. You can do this. You are in complete control of your life. She liked her life here in Tuscany, and could safely stay on here for several more years, before anyone noticed she was no longer aging. Astrid Mason did not run away from anything--except crazy fiancé ’s who were hell bent on forcing her to mate, but that was beside the point. Her mind made up, she made her way home. This was her home and she would not be forced to flee. Who knew, maybe Kendrick had turned tail and ran after they’d parted this morning.
    Or maybe not. Luck was not on her side. A black BMW pulled out onto the road behind her. She grumbled under her breath, watching in the mirror as the vehicle followed her onto her street. A quick glance in the rear view mirror told her it was Kendrick. In a bold move, she reclaimed her parking spot and turned the car off. Closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to see him again.
    As Kendrick drove past her, she caught his eye and he actually had the nerve to smirk at her. Humor danced in his brown eyes as he