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Beneath a Rising Moon
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Keri Arthur


She’d seduced him—bound herself to him through this
phase of the moon—to find a killer, but he was turning
the tables on her…
“Your mother was born on the Bitterroot Reservation
over in Idaho, wasn’t she?”
It felt like Duncan Sinclair had punched her. Neva
Grant’s breath left in a whoosh of air, and for several
seconds, she couldn’t even breathe. Couldn’t do anything
more than look at him in horror.
“Did you know,” he continued mercilessly, “that as a
sixteen-year-old she took part in a raid of the Sinclair
stronghold over there and burned it to the ground?”
“No.”
“Yes.” His voice was monotone. Relentless. “Thirteen
people died that night, and many more were injured. Your
mother was never charged because her old man paid off
the right people.”
She slapped her palms on the table and thrust upright.
“Get out.”
His smile was grim. “She’s done it once, Neva. She
could easily do it again.”
“I said, get out.” Her voice shook with the force of the
fury rolling through her.
“A good investigator considers all options.”
“My mother is not an option. Now get the hell out of
my house.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. Might have been
made of stone, and she was certain his heart was.
“Then perhaps you should consider your father,” he
said, his rich voice as cold as the storm outside. “Did you
know he’d been questioning Betise about who was dancing
with whom up at the mansion?”
She’d been questioning Betise—and the older wolf had
certainly never mentioned her father doing the same. And
she would have, if only because Betise hated Neva’s father.
It was actually doubtful whether she’d give him the time
of day. “I said get out. I meant it.”
“Your days and nights are mine, little wolf. I’m not
going anywhere.”
“You’re a...” Words failed her. Somehow, bastard just
didn’t seem strong enough.

His smile contained little warmth. “So you keep saying.”
She hit him. Not physically, but emotionally. Hit him
with all the anger and humiliation and pain that had built