CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
I can’t believe what’s happening. I fought my way back to Nash, but as soon as the San Diego shifters saw me, they tied me up and tossed me into the line with the other prisoners. Nearby, Miranda is spitting mad, howling all sorts of threats at the guards, but Malcolm and Brandon are silent, either saving their strength or just not bothering to try and speak with us.
And then there’s me, stuck outside in the sand. The whole time I was holed up in that crate, I just couldn’t wait to see Nash again - to run into his arms, to feel his embrace, to tell him how sorry I was about the awful letter I was forced to write. And to introduce him to our baby.