“Just hurry.”Please.
When Jarrod set a cup of coffee down in front of him, Keeland eagerly grabbed it just to give himself something to do. He waited until his—now—former receptionist had taken his seat again before asking, “What’s this all about, Jarrod?”
“Shifters.”
Keeland’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
“Shifters,” Jarrod repeated. “Humans who shift into animals.”
Keeland knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn’t think of a response to that. How in the hell had his receptionist learned about shifters? And what did that have to do with kidnapping him?
“I'm not kidding you, Doc. Shifters are real.”
Keeland set his coffee cup on the desk carefully so as to not spill a drop, then folded his hands together in his lap. “I think it’s time for me to go.”
Like now.
“My two associates”—Jarrod nodded to the two men standing behind Keeland—“tried to talk to you about them, but you wouldn’t listen. This is the only way we could think of to get you to hear what we had to say.”
“By kidnapping me?” Keeland shouted, using his fear to spur his words. “Scaring me? Feeding me some bullshit story about humans shifting into animals?”
“Shifters are real and you need to accept that,” Jarrod snapped. All pretense of this being a friendly meeting fell off his face. “They killed my father, and I will wipe every single one of them off the face of the earth if it’s the last thing I do.”
Well, damn.
