"Rhyn, you ass, how long have you been there?"

He looked her up and down in approval from his position leaning against the wall nearby. His glance went to the other women in the showers, who either ignored him or weren't going to say something to someone whose mother was a demon.

Exposed, irritated, she pointed to the door. He didn't budge. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and walked to him, pushing him toward the door.

"This is the women's locker room!" she said. "Give me ten more minutes of peace, and leave these poor women alone!"

She didn't notice the amused glances the women gave her, but she did see their appraising looks at Rhyn. He made no attempt to hide his perusal of the tall, athletic women around her.

"Missed a spot," he said, looking pointedly at the tattoo around her neck. "Might come off if you scrub hard enough."

"Jackass," she muttered, pushing him again.

She told herself he'd gotten there after she'd wrapped the towel around her. She didn't want to think of him watching her bathe naked; the idea made her body thrum with something she didn't want to feel.

He left, though she sensed he sought her out for a reason and wasn't about to grow patience. Determined to enjoy her first relaxing experience in a few weeks, she watched to make sure the door closed behind him and went to the locker room. She hadn't thought to bring her clothes. It was, after all, the women's wing. Her clothing from the Sanctuary was in a garbage can. She'd taken great pleasure in stuffing it there. Left with her towel and her toiletries, she took her time applying the thick moisturizer and lotion over her entire body, then finished by combing through her hair.

"That's the Ancient Rhyn?" Megan asked in disbelief, appearing through the door leading to the hall. "The girls wanted me to ask since they haven't met you yet."

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"Unfortunately," she grated.

"Wow. Not what I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"A demon or something. He's quite a looker. You are one lucky woman to go to bed with that one."

Katie ignored her, irritated. She looked at the tattoo on her neck and slathered lotion on it, wishing it were paint.

"I'll tell Aisha not to hit on him," Megan said.

"She can have him."

"Trust me, if he weren't an Ancient and he looked that good, she'd snatch him up, even if he had a mate," Megan said with a laugh. "That girl knows no bounds and can land any man."




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