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Chapter 55

They’re using you as a fucking table.

His inner cat’s annoyed voice filled his head. He replayed the statement. A fucking table? As in…?

Get that rattled brain out of the gutter, pervert,his cat hissed at him.

Mitch struggled to make sense of things. Fuzziness remained, clouding his perception.

“Do you have a four?”

“Nope. Go fish.” The voice. Male voice. Cain’s.

The female asking the question had to be Kitt.

He sighed, realizing he was back in his cabin. The pounding of rain on the roof drew his attention. Of course, the storms. Flooding. The mudslide. Memories came back to him in a rush, along with a dull ache inside his head.