ELOWEN
I pressed my forehead against the cool window of Jarek's silver Sedan as my heart performed a tap-dance against my bruised ribs.
"This isn't friendly territory," Nyla whimpered in the back of my mind, her tail tucked so tight I could practically feel the phantom pressure. "He's taking us to his den. He's going to keep us. Or eat us. Or keep us and then eat us."
"Will you relax?" I snapped internally, though my own hands were trembling so hard I had to sit on them. "He said he has evidence. He said it was important."
She countered, her mental voice suddenly sounding very small and very hopeful. "He also said we were mates and he smells like dark chocolate and dangerous promises. I like dangerous promises, Ellie."
I ignored her, because if I acknowledged the way my own skin had prickled when his thumb traced the back of my hand, I would have to admit I was losing my mind.
