“I’d do it, but even though I’m not the little shit who broke up with her, Bea doesn’t pick up my phone calls.”
“Hey.” I set my glass down hard. “That was uncalled for.”
“Uncalled for?” He shoved away from the bar, his body vibrating from his cocktail of anger, stress, and fatigue.
“Yes. Uncalled for.” I jolted to my feet.
The ground felt soft.
I reached out and grabbed ahold of the bar to steady myself. “Bea’s the one who screwed up their relationship,notmy brother.”
He watched me with those narrowed, red-rimmed eyes of his.
“I came to share the good news, not to listen to you insult my family.” I reached out for my bag. Instead of closing around the slouchy leather, my fingers carved through air and slapped the neighboring seat. “What did you—”
The sunlit room spun around Miles.
The barstool tipped, and tipped, and then its weight was towing me down.
Down.
Down.
The realization that Miles must’ve dosed my coffee hit me at the same time as the floorboards of his restaurant.
Chapter 57
Itasted salt, copper, and sawdust.
Smelled pine and damp icy air.
I jerked awake.
Thin sunlight pressed against my eyes. Although they stung, I kept them open. After a couple sweeps of the room, the realization of where I’d been brought slotted into place.
The ratty corduroy couch.
Rattier table.
Mismatched everything.
Miles had drugged me to bring me to Bea’s cabin? What the hell was wrong with him? Anger pulsed behind my lids. I tried to heave myself up, but the asshole had bound my wrists behind my back. He’d done the same to my ankles.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled on my arms to pop the duct tape off, but he’d wrapped it around so firmly it was a wonder blood still flowed into my fingertips. I growled my annoyance, then invoked my wolf, urged her to come forth and take over my weak human body.
However hard I tugged on that strand which connected my two selves, fur didn’t sprout from my pores, fangs didn’t sharpen my teeth, claws didn’t curve from my nail beds.
Fear overtook my anger and pebbled my skin, because there was only one way to keep a werewolf in skin—Sillin. Not only did Miles knowwhatI was, but he also knew how to weaken me.
How?
And what exactly was his plan? To use me as a bargaining chip to get his sister back?
I listened for voices, heartbeats. Caught the thump of one.
No.Not one . . .
Two.
