He’s just in the middle of the space in a chair in an otherwise empty room.
Ah, booby traps, my favorite.
You just like saying booby.
You know it, Race.
He refused to acknowledge this nonsense — if he was actually speaking to Connal with his mind, it would mean something he wasn’t ready to face up to.
It was very handy, though.
So what do you want to do? I’ll take your lead on this.
That was a first from Con.Okay, I’m gonna try to get his attention, see if he can’t let me know if there are people in there without being too obvious.
All right. I can tell you that it stinks around here in the back, and I don’t mean from the dumpster. I mean predator. Maybe scavenger.
Dammit. He knew it, of course, but that meant they were here, right now.
Be careful, Grizzly. Watch your six.
I got this. You just keep the bunny safe and tell me when you need me to come roaring in and take heads off.
Again, somehow that was super-handy, having a point-and-shoot grizzly.
In fact, he would deploy that early and often, as needed. The thought put a feral grin on his face as he crept into the warehouse, trying to keep to the shadows. He needed to deal with this situation, then he could deal with his Connal issue.
He lifted his head, nosing the air. Like all bears, scent was his strongest sense, and he used it to locate people and danger zones.
There was fear pouring off the bunny, and Race’s spidey senses were buzzing.
Something’s off, Con. Something’s really off.
Yeah. Yeah, this has the smell of a trap, Race. But we can’t just leave him here. You want me to just barrel in and create a diversion?
Not really, but we have to get him out.
I’m better able to take a big hit than you, and you’re way faster,Con pointed out.
Just don’t get dead.
Con’s mental chuckle was like a caress.Never. I want to eat onion rings with you.
Onion rings.
Yes. Onion rings and banana splits.
Mmmm. Damn. Yes.
Okay, I’m gonna get big and roar. Be ready to run.Connal hit the door like a semi truck, the huge grizzly blocking out the light.
Race ran in, heading for the little bunny. “Can you shift?”
The bunny shook his head. “They drugged me.”
“‘kay. Then we’re going to run together.” He busted the chair as Connal just went to town, destroying things.
Bunny leaned hard on him, and they staggered like a three-legged racer toward the door.
