The Demon Lovers Boxed Set

By Kate Douglas

“. . . If you like super sexy, I mean jaw-dropping sexiness, you’ll love her books.”
—Reviewed by Toots for Toot’s Book Reviews about Dark Wolf

After barely surviving a vicious attack, Addie Logan awakens to find two gorgeous men standing over her bedside. Unsure if they are real or a figment of her imagination, she reaches out and unleashes an erotic hunger like none she’s ever known. But these men need more from her than just erotic pleasure. They are demon hunters, and the attack on Addie in the park has made her one of them.

Together the three will forge an erotic and loving relationship while tirelessly fighting the demonic threat to humanity.

This boxed set contains the complete Demon Lovers series, as serialized in Unbalanced, Unbound, Unmasked, Unleashed, and Undaunted.

*** This books also includes bonus material from Dark Wolf, the first book in the Spirit Wild Series, and Dream Unchained, the second book in the Dream Catchers series ***

"A unique presentation of love and what it means to be friends, to be a team, to be a family. I loved this series and will be looking for more from Ms. Douglas." —Mary Lou M, Goodreads

About the Author:

Kate Douglas is the lead author of Kensington Publishing’s Aphrodisia imprint and the author of the popular erotic paranormal romance series Wolf Tales and Dream Catchers, as well as the Zebra series DemonSlayers. She is currently writing the next Chanku series, Spirit Wild. The first book, Dark Wolf, is available now.

Praise for the books of Kate Douglas!

“. . . Kate is able to create a fiery landscape of fantasy, while engaging our most common fears and concerns. There is an eclecticism to Kate’s writing that creates a kaleidoscope of characters, emotional textures, and rich conflict that leaves you eager and anxious for the next installment . . . Before I finished the last page, I was ready for the first page of the next book.”
— Dark Wolf reviewed by Kate E. Stephenson for Kate’s Book Club

“. . . Ms. Douglas has an amazing ability to draw her readers into her books and I felt a part of Wolf Tales V in my heart and soul. I laughed and I cried and as soon as I finished the book, I had to read it again! For all these reasons, I believe that Wolf Tales V deserves a Gold Star Award.”
— Marcy Arbitman for Just Erotic Romance Reviews

“. . . Kate Douglas provides a Mercury-hot paranormal erotic romance that will burn the readers’ fingers (and a few other spots).”
—Harriet Klausner about Wolf Tales

• Language: English
• Publisher: Beyond the Page Publishing
• Release date: Jun 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781937349752

Kate Douglas

A lifelong Californian, Kate Douglas has been lucky enough to call writing her career for most of her adult life, but it wasn’t until she discovered the world of the sexy paranormal that she really found her niche. She’s having such a terrific time creating more Wolf Tales for Kensington’s Aphrodisia line as the imprint’s lead author that she’s still waiting for someone to call and tell her it was all a big mistake. Now with her new DemonSlayers series taking off, she’s definitely having the time of her life. Married for almost 40 years to her very own hero, Kate is mother to two amazing adults and “Dabba” to five perfect grandchildren—and two granddogs. Kate gives credit for much of her success to the fantastic cadre of generous and talented authors who have helped her over the years. She is a firm believer in the philosophy of “paying it forward.” Kate loves to hear from her readers. You can find her on Facebook at facebook.com/katedouglas.author or email her directly at katedouglas.com. There you can also join her newsletter for updates on bookstore visits, signings, and contests for a chance to win books.

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Unbalanced

Chapter 1

Jett! Look out! Locan stumbled, twisted awkwardly to the right and barely avoided the slashing claws and gaping mouth. What the hell was it? Whatever this beast was that hunted him moved with demonic speed, using tusks and fangs and claws with almost mechanical precision.

Jett cursed, but the slash of his sword turned the beast back. It jerked to one side, shook its ugly head and snarled. Locan lunged forward and managed one sharp jab into the creature’s side. It shrieked, spread all four arms wide and seemed to grow even larger.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the thing was gone. Wisps of foul-smelling steam drifted on the night air. Locan flopped down on the frozen ground beside his partner. Jett’s breath escaped in uneven gasps and dark blood trickled from a deep gash across his forehead. Slowly shaking his head, Locan stared at him for a long moment before asking, You okay?

Sucking air, Jett nodded. For now. What the fuck was that?

I dunno. Demonkind, but not. Stronger. Smarter. Definitely smarter. Locan lifted Jett’s long black hair aside and dabbed at the blood with his torn sleeve. Sucker has the sharpest teeth I’ve seen. He glanced into the shadows, frowning. Where the hell’s Leah?

Jett shook his head. Stared at the spot where the creature had disappeared. Shit. The creature must have gotten her.

Locan jerked his head up. What? She wasn’t even here. You know she wants out. She wasn’t in the fight.

She was. Showed up just after that—whatever the fuck it was—attacked. She was there. Behind it . . . Scrambling to his feet, Jett cursed. I’m sure the bastard got her.

Fuck. Locan revved up his senses, reached out, waited. Nothing. I can’t feel her.

Me, either. Jett stared at Locan. The link’s broken. If we can’t feel her, how can we look for her?

Locan shook his head. Ice encased his heart along with his nonexistent soul. We have to find her. He cocked one eyebrow and shot a knowing look at his partner. Before one of us ends up killing the other. If that thing realizes what she means to us, it’s all over.

Jett’s harsh laugh sent chills down Locan’s spine. I’m not easy to kill. It’s not like you haven’t tried.

Locan sent him a sharp glance. Exactly. Which is why we need Leah whether she wants us or not. He planted one hand on the ground and pushed himself slowly to his feet. There wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t ache. Whatever they’d fought was strong—more powerful than any entity they’d come up against in centuries of hunting. Leah’s powerful on her own. Maybe he didn’t take her too far. We’ve gotta look for her.

Fuck it. Okay. Frowning, Jett glanced away.

Locan wondered what Jett was thinking. Polar opposites, they’d fought together for centuries, fought each other even longer. Leah was the anchor, the one who forced them to focus on the enemy. The one who had the power to weave their antagonistic souls into a single, functioning unit. She was the one thing standing between him and Jett, the only one capable of keeping their eternal struggle in balance.

The pale glow from a nearby streetlight cast a blue sheen over Jett’s black skin. Crimson blood flowed sluggishly from the rapidly healing slash. He shot a harsh glare of undeniable hatred in Locan’s direction, and winked out of sight.

Locan snarled. Then he sighed. Already it was starting. The anger. The rivalry. The hatred the two of them couldn’t control. Damn it all, they had to find Leah. Now, before he and Jett turned on each other. Before only one—or neither of them—was left standing.

* * *

Addie slurped the last of her margarita, licked the few remaining crystals of salt off the rim and set the glass back on the bar. One good thing about getting laid off. She didn’t have to worry about working with a hangover.

You okay to walk home, Addie?

Neither did . . . what was his name? No matter. Yeah. You?

He shrugged. I’ll have a hell of a headache tomorrow, but no job means no reason to get up too early. He laughed. More time for video games. M’thinks Demonikus will finally die.

Yeah. Right. Stupid video game freak. . . . Addie slipped off the tall bar stool and looped her tote bag over her shoulder. Everything personal from her office, and it all fit into a single canvas sack. She’d been about as attached to the stupid cubicle as to the ex-coworkers here at Paddy’s for a last night of commiseration. Maybe I’ll see you around, she said, not meaning a word.

She threw a wave over her shoulder and headed out the door. Pausing for a moment in front of the bar, Addie got her bearings. She definitely felt the margaritas she’d had, but the night was clear and it was still fairly early. She took off at a brisk walk, crossed the street and followed the paved trail that would take her through the park and home.

She stubbed her toe on a crack in the sidewalk, stumbled, swayed precariously, then caught her balance. Maybe that last drink hadn’t been such a good idea, but her ex-coworker was right—it wasn’t like she had to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow.

The streetlight overhead flickered. An owl hooted. Addie shivered, suddenly aware of the quiet, the darkness. The unnerving sense of vulnerability. She definitely preferred this walk in daylight.

The path was well lit, but shadows reached for her. The lights on the top floor of her apartment building were visible through the trees, but they looked a hell of a lot farther away this time of night.

A sound caught Addie’s attention. She paused, listening as her imagination flew into overdrive. A cry for help? Maybe a moan of pain? She shivered again and trapped a nervous giggle by slapping her hand over her mouth.

Help me. Please . . . someone . . .

Crap. It wasn’t her imagination. Shoving the straps from her tote higher on her shoulder, Addie stepped off the main trail and away from the overhead lights, drawn by the soft cry for help.

Glancing around, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket. Using the light from the screen, she searched for the source of the cries while every Grade B horror movie she’d ever watched flooded her mind with terrifying, blood-soaked images.

Help me.

A young woman lay all curled up, almost hidden in the shadows. Oh, shit. What happened? Are you okay? Of course you’re not okay. Sheesh . . . what. . . ? Kneeling beside her, Addie noted her badly torn clothing, the dark bruises, and blood flowing from what looked almost like deep bites in the girl’s chest and shoulder. She looked so young, not more than fifteen or sixteen, though her injuries made it hard to tell her age.

Addie tried to steady her hands so she could punch in 911 on her phone. The girl’s hand shot out. Bloodied fingers clasped her wrist and Addie bit off a scream as the phone went flying.

It hit the ground and the light went out.

No. You’re the one. You have to . . . The girl’s voice faded, but her clawlike grasp on Addie’s arm tightened. She pulled her closer. Addie sucked in a deep breath, fighting terror even as she struggled to hear what the girl whispered.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed with incandescent blue fire. She lunged forward, pulling Addie down with superhuman strength.

No. Let me go! Addie tried to jerk free, but the hand holding her wrist was impossibly strong, the woman lying on the ground no longer weak and helpless.

Hissing like a wild thing, she opened her mouth and caught Addie at the juncture where her neck and shoulder met, sinking her teeth through skin, into muscle and tendon. Shocked by pain and fear, Addie tore free, shoved the woman away and scrambled backward on all fours.

The girl—no, she was much older than Addie had first thought, a woman grown—gazed at her out of suddenly dull eyes. I’m sorry. Bloodstained lips parted. She gasped each shallow, tortured breath. No choice . . . had to pass the curse . . . to you. Forgive me. She swallowed deeply, shuddered. Tell them I wasn’t strong enough to fight it. Beware. It’s more powerful than anything we’ve seen.

Addie crouched there, watching fearfully.

The woman’s eyes flashed. I don’t know what it is, she hissed. Take care. The thing hunts. It hunts us all. Her eyes went wide. Her lips twisted and she cried out.

Addie stared, trembling in shock and fear as she tried to make sense of the impossible.

The woman gasped. Her body jerked and her back arched. Then, just as quickly, she seemed to relax. A smile tilted her lips and she reached upward, grasping with one hand for something Addie couldn’t see.

Then her body burst into flames.

Scrambling away from the intense heat, blinded by the roiling flames, Addie shielded her face and turned away. When she risked a quick look, there was nothing. No ash, no smoke, no stench of burned flesh. No sign of a badly injured woman.

Shaking so hard she could barely stand, Addie found her cell phone lying where it had landed. She had to call for help. She . . . she stared at the phone. Who the hell would believe her? There was nothing here. No sign of anything. All the police would find was Addie, a bit drunk, a whole lot scared shitless.

Slowly, almost mechanically, she grabbed her bag, looped it over her shoulder, and returned to the main trail, trembling so hard she could barely walk. Within minutes, she was home.

After locking and bolting the door behind her, Addie dumped her tote on the brick hearth by the fireplace. She raced into the bathroom, ripped her shirt back and stared at her throat in the mirror.

Impossible. Running her fingers over smooth flesh, right at the point where pain still throbbed in time with her uneven pulse, she searched for a wound. Something. This was the spot, the place where the woman’s teeth had sunk deep enough to find bone, where she expected to see torn flesh and drying blood.

Nothing. Not a single mark. Even the pain was beginning to fade. Slowly, Addie sat down on the closed lid of the toilet. Sat before she fell on her ass. She couldn’t have imagined it. She glanced at the knees of her tan slacks. They were stained with mud. A leaf stuck to the nubby fabric.

She stood up again and held on to the tile around the sink. Raising her head, she stared at her dark and now haunted eyes. Something had happened, but what? Had she imagined it? Was she losing her mind? Was she more looped than she’d thought?

A headache was building, throbbing behind her eyes and making her feel slightly nauseous. Stress or margaritas, it really didn’t matter. She stripped out of her clothes, threw them in the hamper and turned on the water in the shower. She stepped under the spray before it was hot. Cold water shocked her into unnatural alertness.

She stayed under the pulsing spray as the water turned warm, as steam rose. Stayed there so long the water cooled once again. Then she turned off the tap, dried herself quickly and grabbed her warm flannel gown off the hook on the door. Shivering again, she tugged it over her damp body. Moving by rote, not allowing herself to think of what had just happened, she went out to the front room of her apartment and checked the lock and the dead bolt on the door once more. Reassured that all was secure, she went into her bedroom and crawled under the covers.

Too nervous to face the dark, Addie left the lights on, but she lay there in her big bed, still shivering. Whatever had happened would make more sense in the morning. It had to. If it didn’t, there was only one other explanation.

Not only was she unemployed, she was seriously losing her mind.

Chapter 2

Addie knew she was dreaming. She had to be. Nothing else made a damn bit of sense. She walked through a world that didn’t exist, one where strange creatures roamed and multicolored lightning rent the sky. Nothing was real and yet if felt as if she were really there.

And she had amazing powers she didn’t understand.

She was a raven, flying over a vast forest, and then a panther with long claws and sharp teeth and a lust for blood.

It should have been terrifying, but she was utterly fascinated, almost as if she were sitting in a theater watching a movie in 3-D. A story began to emerge, one about a battle between the forces of good and evil. Warriors on one side fighting horrendous creatures on the other, but the warriors weren’t all that different from the bad guys.

No, the good guys appeared, in some cases, to be just as bad-assed as the ones they fought, and it came to her that sometimes the only way to fight evil was with something even worse. Something bad enough to scare the baddest of the bad.

Why that struck her as funny didn’t make any more sense than this amazing dream, but it did. She pulled herself back from the story she was trying to follow, wondering how it worked if the good guys were worse than the bad guys.

Who decided who was good and who was bad? Figuring that out was just going to make her headache worse, but she asked the question anyway. Out loud. In her dream. Yeah, she was definitely losing it.

Okay, so if the really bad guys take care of all the wanna-be bad guys, who’s going to keep the winners in line?

You are.

Between one heartbeat and the next, Addie was awake, alert, and scrambling back against the headboard of her bed with the blankets clutched to her chin. Blinking, gasping in shock, she stared at two of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen in her life—two almost identical men standing at the foot of her bed. One, dressed in all-black leather, had skin darker than midnight and ebony hair falling in long silky waves to his waist. The other man was fair, with silver hair hanging just as long, his beauty just as impossible.

That’s where you come in, the dark one said.

You’re the fulcrum, the light one said. You keep the really bad guys in balance.

That would be us, the dark one added. Then he smiled. His teeth cut a brilliant white slash against his ebony skin.

Still trapped in a state of utter disbelief, Addie blinked. I’m not dreaming anymore, am I?

Both men shook their heads. No, the dark one said. I’m afraid you’re wide awake. I’m Jett. Both men stepped around to the side of her bed and Jett held out his hand.

Feeling as if she still moved within a dream despite what he’d said, Addie stared stupidly at his fingers as he clasped her hand with his. His skin was warm, his grasp strong. They shook hands.

It was absolutely surreal.

I’m Locan, the fair one said, grasping her other hand.

Addie vehemently shook her head and pulled free from both men. No. You can’t be here. You don’t exist. I locked my door and this is not happening.

Locan shrugged. His silver hair rippled over broad, perfect shoulders clothed in what looked like soft white leather. "Actually, we are here and this is happening. I’m sorry, Addie. I think you must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. . . ."

No. Jett shook his head and stared at Locan. Right place at the right time. Poor Leah. He sighed. She was too badly injured to continue, but she didn’t want to be here any longer, anyway. You know Leah’s wanted to go for years. It was her time. This one will do fine. He glanced in Addie’s direction once again. His gaze traveled slowly from top to bottom.

Addie didn’t need to read minds to know what was on his.

She pressed her back against the headboard. Do fine at what? What’s a fulcrum, and who is Leah? And who the hell are you and how did you get into my apartment? She glanced at the phone lying next to the bed. They were too close. No way in hell could she call for help in time before they reached her.

Relax, Addie. We won’t . . .

How do you know my name? She glanced from Locan to Jett and back at Locan. You’ve called me Addie twice now. How do you know who I am?

We know everything about you.

Jett’s soft voice should have scared the crap out of her. Instead, it was oddly seductive. How?

From Leah, he said. You found her in the park. She must have bitten you. She gave you the gift. . . .

Addie’s hand flew to her throat. There’s no mark. And she called it a curse, not a gift.

Locan shrugged. The bite heals immediately, but it’s enough to give you what you need, curse or gift. What we need.

Which is? This was really freaking her out, but she couldn’t stop asking, couldn’t stop wondering why it all made such perfect sense.

Immortality, to a point. Jett glanced at Locan. You explain it. I’ll just screw it up.

Locan’s soft laughter was aimed at Jett, not her. Wouldn’t be the first time. He turned his attention to Addie. Leah’s bite gave you the dream you dreamed tonight. What you saw is real. It’s happening. The battle is real, the one against demons and other creatures of the night, those trying to subjugate humans and tip the world into darkness. He sighed. Jett and I, for what it’s worth, are not much better. We were once among them, fighting with evil when we weren’t fighting each other.

Addie glanced from one to the other. You fought each other? But if you were both on the same side. . . ?

Jett chuckled. Demons don’t play well together. He cast a sharp glance at Locan. If you can’t fuck it or eat it, it has little value to a demon.

Addie shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, even more aware of the fact she was alone in her apartment with two very strange, sexy, scary men. What made you change?

One like Leah, Jett said. Like you. A woman strong enough to pull us out of the darkness a long time ago. She showed us what we could be, what we could accomplish if we could hold it together, but we fight a constant desire to return. He shrugged, as if the outcome were neither here nor there. The lure of the dark side is stronger than the light. Our fate—

Our penance, Locan said, interrupting.

Jett laughed. Our fate, he repeated, emphasizing the word, is to fight those we once fought beside, but we need the fulcrum, the one who balances our natural instinct to kill one another. . . .

The one, Locan interrupted, who forces us to fight on the side of good despite our nature. The one who diffuses the tension that turns us to the dark side. She who vanquished us, the one who turned us to the light, is long gone. Leah came after. She has held us in line for centuries, but something happened tonight and she was killed.

He glanced at Jett. I will miss her, but you’re right. She was ready to go. I noticed the change in her, as did you.

Jett nodded. It was too obvious to ignore. She was more than ready. Leah was never cut out for this task. We were a burden to her. A chore, not a responsibility she wanted.

Locan stared at Jett a moment. Frowning, he nodded. I’d not thought of her that way. You’re right. He folded his arms across his chest and focused once again on Addie. Before she died, Leah passed her abilities to you. That’s how we found you. We were searching for Leah. Our search brought us here.

We’re hoping you got her memories as well. Jett turned away from his spot beside her bed and paced across the room. He stopped in front of the window, pulled the curtain aside and stared into the darkness. We don’t have any idea what the creature was that killed Leah. We’re hoping you can tell us.

Addie’s head spun as if she’d added a few tequila shooters to the margaritas she’d polished off at Paddy’s. None of this made any sense.

No. That wasn’t true. All of it made sense. The dream, the strange echo of unfamiliar memories, of urges and feelings she couldn’t identify. A powerful emotional—even physical—connection to two very strange men. The mysterious Leah’s? But how?

Then Leah’s final words slipped into Addie’s thoughts. She said to tell you she was sorry. That she wasn’t strong enough to fight the creature. Then she said to beware, that it was more powerful than anything you’d ever seen.

Jett turned away from the window. Did she say what it was?

Addie shook her head. No. She didn’t know, but she said to be careful, that it was hunting all of you.

Shit.

Locan shoved his hair back from his face and glared at her. His brilliant blue eyes sparkled, and Addie thought of the blue fire she’d seen in Leah’s.

She said that? She specifically said it’s hunting us?

Addie nodded. Yeah. She said, ‘It’s hunting us all.’ Why?

Because they don’t usually hunt us. They come here, avoid us, do their damage to humankind and move on until we kill them, but they’re fairly mindless. They never hunt anyone in particular. He turned and stared at Jett. I didn’t get a good look at it. The damned thing moved too fast.

Sharp teeth, long claws, a couple of extra arms. Jett’s laughter carried absolutely no humor. Stinks like the devil himself.

Locan shook his head. Well, not really like the devil. No sulfur stench. More like rotting meat.

Jett frowned as he nodded. You’re right. Definitely smelled like death. He turned to Addie. Are you ready?

She glanced from Jett to Locan. Back to Jett. For what?

It’s time to go hunting.

Hunting for what? This was so not funny. Two gorgeous guys show up in her bedroom, but they’re both nuts. They had to be, with a story like this. Addie realized she still hugged herself as if she were cold. No, not cold. Just scared shitless.

For whatever killed Leah, Locan said. For the thing that tried to kill us. Like we said, you’re the new fulcrum. Hunting demonkind is part of the job.

Okay. This was truly way past bizarre and into totally freaky. I see, she said. I’m supposed to hunt something that killed the last one with my job. Great. Now why don’t you tell me what the other parts of this promising career entail?

Jett shrugged. Nothing out of the ordinary. You hunt demons with us and keep us from killing each other. He shot a quick grin at Locan. We have some, uh . . .

Compatibility issues? Locan folded his arms across his broad chest.

Yeah, Jett said. Compatibility issues.

This wasn’t making any sense at all. Okay. And how do I deal with your so-called compatibility issues?

Sex. Jett and Locan answered together, looked at each other and cracked up.

Addie wasn’t laughing. In spite of herself, she was imagining getting naked with two of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, and for whatever reason, she wasn’t at all put off by the idea. She swallowed, searching for sanity. Sex, she said, when she finally found her voice. I see. With you?

She was looking at Locan. Jett answered. With both of us.

You’re the fulcrum. Locan shrugged as he said it, as if his explanation made perfect sense.

You’re the one who’ll keep us in balance, Jett added.

No. Absolutely not. What was she thinking? They’d just taken this entire episode from bizarre to unreal. As in, this is not really happening. Addie carefully slipped out from beneath the covers and stood beside the bed. She looked from Jett to Locan. I’m going to take a shower, she said. When I come back out, I expect both of you to be gone. And my doors locked, the way they were before you broke in.

She turned away from the two of them and walked toward the bathroom. None of this was happening—she was merely losing her mind. That was the only explanation. Addie didn’t have two gorgeous men in her room. There was no talk of hunting demons, not to mention sex with both men. No. That was like combining the world’s greatest nightmare with her ultimate fantasy.

It wasn’t happening at all.

A shower would clear her mind. It had to.

She closed the bathroom door and locked it. Pulled a drawer open to block the door so no one could pick the lock and shove it open. As much as she wanted to believe they weren’t real, she wasn’t about to play stupid. Then she turned on the shower, stripped out of her flannel nightgown and got under the spray.

A nice, warm shower and she’d relax. And then, when she went back into her room her imaginary visitors would be gone and she’d be able to get a good night’s sleep.

This was so far past bizarre, Addie figured she’d be laughing about it in the morning.

Laughing, or hunting for a good therapist.

Chapter 3

Locan folded his arms across his chest and cocked an eyebrow in Jett’s direction. Well, that went well, don’t you think? Mayhap we should resort to charm?

Fuck off. Jett stared at the closed bathroom door. Hell, even Leah hadn’t been this hard to convince. Of course, he and Locan had snatched her from a roving band of Pequot natives who’d kidnapped her from a Connecticut colony back in 1637—a couple of reformed demons had probably looked like the lesser of two evils to the innocent young girl.

No, Leah had been easy compared to this one, but she hadn’t caught his attention quite as powerfully. She’d been their partner, had done what they asked and kept the two of them from each other’s throats, but Jett knew Leah’s heart wasn’t in it. It never had been. He sensed that Addie could do more for them. She was stronger, more aware of her own power as a woman.

More in tune with her own sensuality, her needs.

Lights in the room blinked. Jett spun and stared at the door, sensed the pressure building. He directed a sharp glance at Locan. There’s no time to woo her, my friend.

Locan’s head jerked in a quick nod of agreement and he disappeared. Jett winked out just as abruptly. The two of them materialized inside the steamy bathroom just as Addie stepped out of the shower.

* * *

Addie rubbed the towel over her wet hair, bent at the waist and wrapped it tightly in a knot, and then straightened up. Holy shit! Reacting on instinct, she grabbed the towel Jett tossed at her and quickly wrapped it around herself. "What the fuck