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She smacked me on the arm harder than she probably intended to, since she was still working on slowing the treadmill. "You changed the subject. Explain."

"He didn't really seem like he wanted to kiss me. I was doing all the work. He felt and tasted good, but it isn't fabulous to make out with someone who doesn't want you."

She made a face. "You really think he doesn't want you? He told you that you're his."

"I don't think hewantsto be possessive of me. He just is. Maybe a fully turned vampire imprints on the first werewolf they bite or something."

"Vampires don't imprint. We don't even have fated mates, unless we're stuck with a pissy werewolf who likes to torture us with fitness machinery," Bloom said, raising her voice to make sure Maverick heard her.

He winked at her.

She smiled.

"I know. The situation's just weird," I said.

She nodded.

Maverick hadAlpha stuff to do after our torture session ended, so Bloom walked me back to the observation room I'd claimed.

When we got there, there was a folded sheet of paper taped to the door.

Ignoring it, I tried the handle.

Locked.

I typed the code in.

The numbers flashed red.

I tried it again.

More red lights.

Had someone locked me out of my room?

It was the only place in the tower where everyone was safe from me.

I tried to breathe slowly against the incoming panic.

"Let me see if Maverick changed it," Bloom said carefully. After a moment, she shook her head. "Here." She carefully pulled the paper off the door and opened it up.

When I scanned the note, my panic faded, replaced by anger as I ripped it out of her hand:

TROUBLE,

YOU ARE NOT A PRISONER OR A THREAT

APARTMENT 3341

"3341?" Bloom asked. "I think that one is across the hall from Rhone's. He's 3340."

I crumpled the paper in my fist and stormed down the hallway. "He can't just lock me out of my room. Moving my stuff every day is one thing, but this is an entirely new level of dickishness."

"I can call him."

"I have a better way to get back at him."

CHAPTER NINE