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man kept his distance from now on.
    Pulling up to the curve, Evan shut the engine off and leapt out of the car. Racing up the path that led to the entrance of Summer’s apartment building, he pressed the code into the pin pad and then pressed enter, thankful for the one and only time before when he had brought her home. Closing the glass door behind him, Evan approached the steps to take him to Summer’s level, halting in his tracks when he heard an odd sound and glanced up. Evan stumbled to a stop when he saw Summer on the top step in an intimate embrace with the other man. His stomach clenched and he swore he felt his heart crack under the pressure of the weight that had suddenly settled there. He watched the slime ball wrap an arm around her waist as their bodies pressed together tightly, and Evan didn’t even want to think about what his other hand was doing. God, he was such an idiot . It looked like he had finally pushed her far enough that she had turned to another man. And just when he had been prepared to admit his feelings, at least to himself. He really was an arrogant prick. Guess the joke was on him .
    Unable to watch any further, he turned to leave only to stop when he heard Summer speak.
    “Get off me,” she slurred.
    He whipped around in time to see her deliver a knee to Bradley’s groin before trying to push him away. Evan saw red when the other man shoved her against the wall, his clawed hand to her throat as he tried to reach into her purse.
    Bounding up the stairs two at a time, Evan didn’t stop until he was close enough to cock his fist back and slam a punch straight into the arseholes face. Bradley screamed as he let go of Summer and clutched at his possibly broken nose. The fucker was a shifter, he’d heal.
    “She said get the fuck away from her,” he growled, as the other man took a step back.
    Suddenly Bradley took a swing at Evan, and because he hadn’t been expecting it, he caught it straight in the jaw. It unfortunately gave Bradley enough time to latch on to Summer and attempt to slip past him. Reaching out to grab him, Evan watched in detached horror as Bradley let go of a swaying Summer, her body tipping over the edge. Evan cried out, aware of every thump Summer made as she fell down the stairs.
    Shoving the man to the side, Evan raced down the stairs and pulled out his phone to call an ambulance. After giving the woman on the other end of the phone the details, he tried to get Summer to respond. She was breathing, but he couldn’t get anything else from her. Even a shifter could die from a fall like that.
    “Oh, God. Summer? Please, answer me,” he begged, desperation and panic rolling inside of him like an unrelenting storm.
    “Is there anything I can do?” a voice from behind him asked. Turning slightly, Evan saw an older couple standing behind him, concern on their faces.
    “She’s hurt, she won't respond. The ambulance is on its way,” he babbled. “He let go of her and she just...”
    “We saw the whole thing, son,” the older man nodded. “My name is Frank, and this here is my wife, Rita. We know it wasn’t your fault and we’ll tell the police that. I’m afraid the one responsible took off though, and I wasn’t able to stop him.”
    Looking around Evan finally noticed that Bradley was missing. Un-fucking-believable.
    “You might also want to tell the medics when they get here to check for drugs,” Rita suggested.
    He shook his head. “Summer would never take drugs, and besides, they wouldn’t work on her.”
    “There are drugs out there that work on us shifters, but I don’t think she had a choice anyway, sweetheart,” Rita whispered, her voice pained by what she was telling him.
    “He drugged her?” Fear knotted in Evan’s stomach.
    Nodding solemnly, she said, “Summer was swaying a lot, and slurring too. That girl rarely has a glass of wine at a special occasion, no way would she have had enough to be drunk.”
    “And I hate to say it, but I’m