His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 22

"See?" he smiled. "I can take care of you."

I guess he can, but that still doesn't change my mind about anything. I turned and walked off, leaving him as he struggled to get himself out of the pool.

Jessie walked up to me, handing me a towel. "So," she said, "Danni told me about the thing you and Crystal are planning." She kept her voice low so that no werewolf around could hear.

I looked over t Vincent, who, finally managed to crawl out of the pool. As soon as he was on his feet, he looked around, searching for me. I guess I was hard to spot, because after a while, he looked a little worried. It seemed weird. His black hair was wet and matted to his forehead, giving him a childish appearance, and his eyebrows were knit together. His chest heaved with his deep breaths and his eyes were darting all around the party. His teeth weren't bared, but I could see them as he grinded them in desperation. Then to top it all off, I heard a slight whimper escape from him.

It was pitiful! He stood there, all dripping wet and alone at the edge of the pool. His head turning all fast trying to find where I wondered off to, whimpering like an injured puppy.

Finally I just couldn't take it anymore. "Vincent!" I called. "Over here!"

Immediately he perked up and shot a glance in my direction. His worried face disappeared and his face broke out into the biggest smile I'd ever seen anyone where in my life. He hurried over t me, wrapped both his arms around me, pulling me into him.

He nuzzled me, laying a quick kiss on my cheek. "I couldn't find you," he whispered. "I was so scared."

It was so odd to see a grown werewolf diminished to a child in a matter of seconds, all because he wasn't by my side. The pathetic sight of Vincent whimpering, searching for me made me feel bad for the guy a little bit. That's the only reason why I said: "I'm not going anywhere. Relax." It was meant to make him feel better and to avoid seeing that creepy sight again.

Jessie smiled then, looking happy. "Good for you Nora!" she cheered. "I guess this means you're not running away anymore."

Vincent still growled in my ear, keeping me trapped to his body. "I think it's time for us to go home," he growled. I could hear his voice was strained, trying to keep himself from yelling.

He didn't let go of me, but instead began to walk into the house, pushing me in front of him, still with his vicegrip on me. We dripped water onto the carpet, but Reed kept his mouth shut when he looked at us. I still haven't seen Vincent's face, but I'm fairly sure that it's something even the devil would be afraid of.

I was ushered over to the truck and Vincent opened the passenger door for me. I didn't use my own legs to get in; Vincent literally shoved me inside, slamming the door hard right behind me. Not wanting to get into any more trouble, I sat up and put my seatbelt on.

Vincent got in on the driver side. As soon as he had his door shut, he snarled at me. Go figure: I was right. He was terrifying. He bared his teeth at me, not like I've seen before, but really showing them off. His canines were on full-display, gleaming with the power they had. His eyes were bright yellow and narrowed at me, looking over me, calculating my every move.

Vincent leaned over and unclicked my seatbelt. Before I could say anything, he pulled me closer to his body, then wrapping his seatbelt around the both of us. His right arm was securely fastened around me the whole time as he began to drive, using only his left for the steering wheel.