Free Crave the Night: A Midnight Breed Novel by Lara Adrián

carryout from the Thai place on the way home and a bottle of wine. Seems like we should do something to celebrate your moving in today, right?”
    “Oh,” Carys said slowly, her expression wilting in apology. “Jordana, I’m sorry. I made plans with Rune earlier this week that I’d be at the club. He’s got a big match tonight and I want to see him before he goes into the cages. I hate watching him fight, but I can’t bear to not be there, you know?”
    Jordana gave a mild shrug. “Sure, I understand. You should be there.”
    “Come with me instead. We can celebrate and have dinner there.”
    “No. That’s okay.” Jordana was disappointed, but she knew how Carys worried herself sick when Rune was in the cages, despite the fact that the brutal Breed fighter had never lost a match.
    Jordana could hardly stomach the fights either. And she hated to support an establishment whose proprietor made his living off the spilled blood and broken bones of others. Besides, it wasn’t as if she didn’t have plenty of work to keep her busy anyway.
    “You go on and be with Rune tonight,” she said. “We can celebrate another time.”
    Carys frowned. “Are you sure?”
    “Positive. I want to tie up a few loose ends before I head out anyway. I’ll order takeout instead and bring home the leftovers for you in case you’re hungry when you get in.”
    “Thank you.” Carys pulled her into a quick, warm hug. “I’ll see you later, then. And when we do go out to celebrate, it’s my treat. Deal?”
    Jordana nodded. “Okay. It’s a deal.”
    She went back to work as Carys gathered her things and left the museum. Two hours later, Jordana had finished the signage map for the exhibit and eaten half a container of veggie pad Thai, stowing the rest in the department refrigerator down the hall. The museum was quiet, everyone but her and the twenty-four-hour security guard on post in the lobby having long since left the building.
    Jordana saved the signage map on her computer and sent a copy toCarys’s tablet for the morning. She got up to stretch her legs and walk to the restroom before she would have to make the drive home across town. When she returned to her desk, she had a voicemail from Elliott.
    He didn’t sound happy that she was working late again. “Apparently, I’ve missed you most of the day, darling. Did you get the message I left on your mobile a few hours ago?”
    Shit
. She’d been so busy, she hadn’t bothered to check the damn thing.
    “I want you to call me as soon as you get home tonight, Jordana. I want to know that you’re safe.” He cleared his throat, and she thought she heard irritation in his tone. “When I didn’t hear from you today, I called your building and spoke with Seamus. Maybe you can tell me how it is that I had to find out from your doorman that Carys Chase has moved into your apart—”
    Jordana disconnected from the message on a furious curse. What the hell was Elliott doing checking up on her behind her back?
    She was half tempted to return his call right now and ask him that herself. But she knew if she did, she might also say something she could never take back.
    Angry now, she deleted the voicemail and closed up her office for the night.
    She took the elevator down to the lobby, said good-bye to Lou behind the reception desk, and walked out to the parking lot.
    Hers was the only vehicle there, the pale silver compact car gleaming under the overhead lamps at the far end of the pavement. Jordana got halfway across the lot before she remembered the Thai food in the refrigerator upstairs.
    “Dammit.”
    She turned to go back and froze. A pair of eyes was trained on her in the dark; she could feel it.
    There—a shadow near the building.
    It skulked away quickly when she peered in its direction, though not soon enough to escape her notice. Someone was there, watching her. Waiting for her?
    The hairs on her nape rose in a wave. Fear shot down her spine like a cold electrical