Skin Walkers Conn by Susan A. Bliler

and more than willing to track down poor Remy McCabe and erase the poor man from the face of the earth simply because another had implied that he might be interested in Aries should the two ever be introduced . 
    Conn exhaled slowly and shoved a shaking hand into his short hair.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  
    “Everything all right in there?”   RedKnife’s voice carried to Conn through mist, the t elepathic means Walkers used to communicate with one another.
    Conn’s eyes lifted and locked on the surveillance camera that was positioned in the corner of the elevator.  He didn’t respond, simply thrust his hand forward and caught the elevator doors before they slid closed.  He forced them back open and exited the elevator before stalking the length of the corridor back to his suit e, back to Aries.
    Once inside the suite he stalked to the refrigerator and yanked the door open causing condiments to rattle in the door.   He wasn’t hungry in the least , but he knew his body needed the nourishment.  He hadn’t eaten in days and the alcohol he ’d forced down was having a strange effect.  At least he prayed it was the alcohol.  He’d been fighting the urge to rush back to Aries since the moment he ’d stepped out of the suite earlier .  He’d decided to fight his instincts and go to the Crow’s Nest for a drink, but now he was regretting the decision, because for some odd reason that he couldn’t explain he was seriously contemplating stalking down the hall to Aries’ room, kicking the door in, and claiming her.
    He slammed the fridge door shut and paced to the hall before the scent hit him.  Fuck!  Had he not been so preoccupied when he’d first walked in, he would have noticed it right away. 
    Rushing down the hall he threw open the door to Aries’ room.  Her window was wide open, screen missing, with a small pile of snow forming on the carpet just beneath it.  His eyes darted to her empty bed and he didn’t even try to control the fierce growl that escaped his lips.

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    Instantly, Conn reverted back to mercenary mode.   While he’d been out trying unsuccessfully to get sloshed, Aries had escaped.
    He crossed the room and peered out the window into the wintry darkness.  He knew better than to question how she’d gotten down .  If determined, Aries would have found a way.  He cursed under his breath, slid the window closed, and turned to summon his men.  He was halfway across Aries’ room when a faint familiar scent wafted gently to him. 
    His steps stuttered then stalled completely in the hall .  H e crossed to his door and inched it open.  There curled in a heap of blankets in the center of his bed was Aries. 
    Silently he entered the room leaving the door open just a f raction to allow some light to pour in.  He stood and simply stared at her for long moments.  Her cheeks seemed slightly flushed and the familiar faint scent of her pain lingered in the room .  A Walker that didn’t know her might miss it, but he wouldn’t.  He knew her now , and he wanted to fix whatever it was that caused the scent to emanate from her s light frame .
    He lifted a black barrel chair from where it sat next to his dresser and carried it quietly placing it silently next to the bed.  He took a seat, resting his elbows on his knees and leaned forward.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her.  The long white streak in the front of her hair reminded him of the thin white scar that marred his face.  She could have easily covered it up, dyed it, hid it, but she didn’t.  She was apparently willing to accept who she was, which left him wondering why she refused to admit she was a Walker .  Clearly she didn’t know what she was but did she know how to use her abilities?  Probably not, otherwise she’d have shifted when he and his men had been pursuing her in the jungle. 
    Fuck she looks so peaceful.  He’d give anything for a thirty-minute nap. The lines of his frame were as taught