Chapter Eleven
Keeland winced as he opened his eyes. He quickly snapped them shut to ward off the glare from the bright lights hanging above him. It felt as if he was looking into a thousand-watt light bulb.
After waiting for the throbbing in his head to fade to a manageable level, he opened his eyes just enough to look around. Well, it was fairly safe to say he was no longer in his clinic. The walls in his clinic were light blue. These walls were white, and a faded, paint-so-old-it-was-peeling white, too. The only piece of furniture in the room was the single cot Keeland was lying on.
Keeland sat up. His blood run cold when he realized he'd been stripped right down to his boxers. He pulled his knees up to his chest, then glanced around the barren room. It was pretty dismal. If the faded paint wasn’t enough, wooden slates had been nailed over the window.
It was obvious whoever had him didn’t want him to get away. That didn’t bode well for him, but even less so for whoever had taken him, because Dom would come for him—Keeland felt it down in his soul—and when he did, the panther shifter would be pissed.
“Dom?”he whispered in his head, praying the man could hear him. He had no idea if this mate link thing had a distance factor or not.
“Keeland?”
Keeland blew out a relieved breath. Tears sprang to his eyes. He was so damn happy the man.“Yeah.”
“Fuck, baby, where are you?”There was a high, frantic pitch to Dom’s voice.
Keeland almost cried.“I don’t know.”
“What do you see?”
Not much besides ugly white walls.
Keeland climbed to his feet and padded across the floor to the window. While there were wooden slates over the window, he could still see beams of sunlight coming through, which told him he might be able to see out.
“I think I’m in the countryside somewhere,”Keeland said.“All I can see is trees, a wooden fence, and a field beyond the fence.”
“What kind of fence?”
“Uh…”Keeland narrowed his eyes as he tried to peer closer.“It has metal fencing between wooden posts.”
“What’s in the field? Cows or hay or what?”
“Cows, I think. I don’t really see anything, but it doesn’t look like they’re growing anything there, either. The grass looks kind of yellowish.”
“What else do you see?”
“Why?”What would it help?
“Chay is a falcon shifter. He’s flying around looking for you right now.”
Oh.
“He’s a falcon?”
“Yep.”
