Free Wolf Sirens Night Fall: What Rises Must Fall (Wolf Sirens #3) by Tina Smith Page B

and began to vibrate and he knew if he could manage it
he would meet her.
     

11. Black Lashes
     
    Blair had that
walk, one Dahlia knew from observing cops like him. Something
jangled on his belt as he approached her across the balcony.
    She noted his
pragmatic presence from the corner of her eye. He had short,
slightly spiky sandy brown hair with an encroaching five o’clock
shadow growing in over his creamy white skin, and though he was
dressed in an old T-shirt and jeans, he may as well be wearing the
uniform. He exuded the choleric attitude of a cop.
    “So what’s your
story Dahlia?” he asked casually, but she felt this was an
investigation of sorts.
    “Hasn’t Paws
filled you all in?” And she did secretly wonder how much of her
history this guy knew. She gave a polite smile with her brightly
painted lips.
    “No, actually,”
he looked about and his forehead wrinkled, “on your account he has
been quiet.”
    “That’s
unusual.” Her manicured brow arched.
    Perhaps he
should have laughed. “So what’s the deal, why did you leave?” he
asked. He tried to avoid staring at her in that dress that looked
at least one size too small.
    “Aylish was a
fugitive,” she admitted plainly.
    “You’ve been
outrunning us cops all this time?” He snickered under his breath,
which smelt of beer, as he leant on the rail.
    “Only to end up
here with you.” Their eyes met and she blinked shyly. He noticed
her lashes were so long they brushed her pink cheeks – the effect
of too much blush.
    “So you went
with her, right? But what’s the connection between you two?” he
asked, seeming to stand taller as he spoke.
    “Our connection
only evolved after we went. I was fresh.” She smiled without humor.
“Paws asked me to leave with her.” She shrugged. Dahlia knew that
life could change a lot in ten minutes. She recalled how much more
charismatic Paws was back then as leader, but maybe it was just her
that time had changed.
    “What did she
do that was so bad she had to run?”
    Dahlia was
shocked he had to ask, but saw no threat in his eyes as he waited
for the answer. “She murdered her children.” She waited a moment
for his reaction. “I suppose I don’t have to tell you time means
little to us. How old are you?” Her eyes smiled. The first ten
years had been a blur, hadn’t mattered to her, after that she had
thought they would return. But Aylish was adamant.
    He looked up
and thought. “Three years this April.” His voice was a husky
timbre.
    “Yesterday,”
she uttered knowingly, in a sweet distant tone.
    “I suppose it’s
been longer for you,” he chuckled uneasily.
    “Thirty three
years and another lifetime ago.” She balanced her bright heeled
foot on the wooden balcony and swayed, suggestively.
    “How old were
you when you were turned?” he asked reflectively.
    “Is this an
interrogation, officer?” She smiled and laughed a little, in a
quiet, breathy way. It had been a long, long time since she had
encountered another heterosexual male wolf. Working at the magazine
she had barely encountered straight human men. She knew she was
hardly containing her desperate eyes and heaving chest.
    “Sorry,” he
laughed with a slight nervous embarrassment, “old habits.” He
sighed.
    She hoped he
had asked how old she was for different reasons though.
    “Die hard.” She
swished her long glossy black hair back from her shoulders.
    “And you?”
    “Um...oh I was
twelve,” she said contemplatively. But she didn’t mention she knew
she was an apology to Aylish by Paws.
    “That young,
huh?” he mused. Insightful.
    “Uh-huh.” The
only life Dahlia had known was with her friend, but she always knew
she would love the pack, like a long lost child pining for the
family she never knew. “Can I ask you to do something for me?” Her
voice was childlike. She batted her fake eyelashes shyly.
    “We only just
met, but tell me.” He sipped his empty beer and when she waited for
his reply he added,