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The door creaked on its hinges as the wind picked up, and I moved to shut it. With the door closed, in the silence, I could almost believe I was in a waking dream—that it would be over when I went back to bed and shut my eyes. But then my feet found the discarded garments. What had Gabriel said? That a new werewolf was hard to control. It had never been possible to control Lonna. Just look at the mess she’d made with Peter Bowman. This wasn’t going to be easy. I closed my eyes and wished for Leo to return.
A footstep startled me, and I ducked the wine bottle that came swinging toward my head.
“What the hell—”
“Oh, it’s you, Joanna.” Iain flipped on the light, and the discarded pile of clothing came into lurid view, as did the toppled end table and coffee table. The sofa and chairs,
