Chapter 60

God, you’re a sick cub, I castigated myself. The man is traumatized. Get your mind out of the bedroom

“You said they darted you.”

“The first time I had a bad reaction and nearly died.”

Died? He’d nearly died? How close had I come to never having met him?

“The second time they were smarter and used a paralytic that would only keep me down for about ten minutes.” He stood up, flinching a little from the pressure the too-tight shoes put on his feet. “We can’t leave yet.”

“Why not?” Abruptly I looked around. “What was that?” I would have sworn I heard someone calling to me.

Da’ric ignored me, once again hunting through the toolbox. “Ah. This should do it.” He held up a pair of wire cutters. “I have to go back and get the wolf. She comes with me.”

That forlorn little voice and the earlier scream I’d thought might be Cilla’s—Was that the wolf?