Wynta
There it was again the feeling that someone was following her. She kept her steps regular and even and kept herself composed, as she wondered after seeing Nolan on the weekend. If it was him or one of his men. Had he tracked her down? It was possible, she supposed, if he had gotten the car’s number plate that had driven her home yesterday.
She bit her lip but tried to give nothing away as she got closer to her apartment, but as she came up to her apartment building, she slowed her steps to get her wolfsbane from her purse and she sensed it; a definite wolfen presence behind her, but it was the car and the man sitting across from her apartment that made her realize she was in trouble, there was more than one of them.
She actually did know all the cars that belonged to the neighbor
