The Rogue Hunter's Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit 10] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Honor James Page B

and every time. Some, it’s a soft heart. Others, it’s the fact they think they are smarter than everyone else. Those are trickier. They take careful study but, eventually, you can find their Achilles’ heel.” Looking at the clock, he straightened and went to the cupboard to dig out some Tylenol. “But enough of that tonight. Tomorrow we’ll talk more and figure this out. For tonight, you are going to take a couple of these and get some sleep.”
    Holding her hand out, Bethany gratefully accepted the Tylenol and took them with the beer. “Thank you,” she murmured softly and then rose. “I hope you are right, Zaidu. I truly hope you are right.” Taking the last drink of her beer, she passed him the empty bottle. “Now, where can I grab a shower and a bed?” She just hoped she didn’t wake with night terrors again.
    “Come on,” he said, setting the bottle by the sink. Heading for the stairs he paused. “The stairs there”—he pointed to a door—“lead to the basement. I’ll be down there in the gym or my office if you need me.” Moving up the stairs he led her to a room at the same end of the hall as his. “My room’s there. Feel free to pilfer a shirt and whatever else if you need something to sleep in. This”—Z opened the door and turned on the light—“will be your room for your stay. Bathroom is en suite through that door.” He pointed. “Towels are all fresh, same with the linens, and there should be extra toothbrushes and paste in the vanity. Other than that, there’s items of apparent use to females or so my housekeeper tells me, under the sink.”
    Bethany nodded. “Thank you, Zaidu. This will be wonderful,” she said and touched her hand to one of the four posters of the bed. “It’s a beautiful room. Whoever decorated it did a marvelous job.” She frowned then, cocked her head to the side, and walked to the wall. Touching a painting there, she turned to face him. “You have one of mine. How? I’m very selective about whom I sell to and I would have remembered you. Trust me, I would have recalled you.” Plus she had a clause in the sales contracts that should the person who bought it run into financial trouble they would sell the painting back to her and only her, that it would remain in their collection until they died and then it would return to her as well.
    “Don’t know, I was given it as a housewarming gift and I put it into this room since it seemed to fit with the style I was going with,” he told her. “I designed the entire house top to bottom if you’re wondering, furniture and everything in between.” Moving to the window he drew the black-out blinds down and then drew the curtains closed. “The lamp on the far table is one of those multi-level ones if you want to leave it on low for some delineation between dream and reality.”
    She nodded and wrapped her arms around her middle. “Thank you. Hopefully I won’t have night terrors tonight, but again, if I do, it’s really all right. Just let me scream it out.” Because she would either survive the night terrors or she wouldn’t, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
    “Don’t be surprised if the wolves start howling,” he told her. “They tend to do that when certain vocal ranges are hit.” Moving to the bathroom he turned the light on and looked at her. “Are you sure you are all right?” he asked even though he’d never buy whatever answer she gave him.
    “No, but I will survive. I’ve survived the night terrors before and I will again.” She didn’t see any reason to lie to him. “I won’t be surprised at the wolves, promise. They can’t get in though, right?” She didn’t think she would be able to handle another run-in with wolves right now, at all.
    “No, they are kept from the house grounds proper by a wrought-iron fence,” he told her. “They can’t get within sixty yards of the house but they do tend to pace the fence line when they know I’m here. I go running with them from