"Curran rested the back of his head on the edge of the hot tub and closed his eyes. I stared at the way his face looked, etched against the darkness of the wall. He really was a handsome bastard. Poised like this, he seemed very human. Nobody to impress. Nobody to command. Just him, in the hot water, tired, hurting, stealing a few precious moments of rest, and so irresistibly erotic. Well, that last one came out of nowhere. It was the beer. Had to be. Despite all his growling and threats, his arrogance, I liked being next to him. He made me feel safe. It was a bizarre emotion. I was never safe. I closed my eyes. That seemed like the only reasonable way out of the situation. If I couldn't see him, I couldn't drool over him. "So you didn't want to see me hurt?" he said. His voice was deceptively smooth and soft, the deep, throaty, sly purr of a giant cat who wanted something. Admitting that I took his well-being into consideration might have been a fatal mistake. "I didn't want you to have to kill Derek." "And if he had gone loup?" "I would have taken care of it." "How exactly were you planning on pushing Jim aside? He was the highest alpha. The duty was his." "I pulled rank," I told him. "I declared that since you had accepted the Order's assistance, I outranked everybody." He laughed. "And they believed you?" "Yep. I also glared menacingly for added effect. Unfortunately, I can't make my eyes glow the way yours do." "Like this?" he breathed in my ear. My eyes snapped open. He stood inches away, anchored on the tub floor, his arms leaning on the tub wall on each side of me. His eyes were molten gold, but it wasn't the hard, lethal glow of an alpha stare. This gold was warm and enticing, touched with a hint of longing. "Don't make me break this bottle over your head," I whispered. "You won't." He grinned. "You don't want to see me hurt."