Chapter 12

• Calum stared at the closed door for what could have been hours. Lately his life seemed to be taking turns that he never could have predicted. Then again, who in their right mind could possibly imagine any of this happening. That was it right there, he was now positive he had some sort of brain damage from hitting his head. Rather than demand some god damned answers, he joked with her.
• Heaving out a sigh, he rotated his shoulders to get the blood flowing. At least he could move his arms now, she’d at least given him that. He looked down at his crotch, ok, maybe she gave him a bit more. Because that was normal, getting turned on while being held against your will… and what possessed him to smell her, he had no idea. One of my least brilliant ideas, ever. Clouding his mind with thoughts like that wasn’t what he needed. Whether the drugs they’d hit him with were still in his system, he didn’t know, but he was already having a hard time staying alert and focused. Although, right now he was focused on a closed door. He had no idea why checking her scent seemed so important, and he could barely smell over the bloody stench in this place. He thought for a second he smelled cinnamon, but that was impossible, this certainly wasn’t a bakery. When she’d looked at him with tears in her eyes, he felt like someone stabbed him in the chest. Calum glanced down at his chest, like he was going to find a knife sticking out of it. He could take on full-grown shifter in animal form, any species going berserk, but a single tear, hell, even the glisten of one and he turned pure coward.
• Seriously, what was with people not knowing what they were lately? First Rayne… she had a good reason, her parents died before telling her. That almost excused the reason Kelsey didn’t know, except the fact she lived with other shifters every day after that. But this one… whoever she was… as far as he could tell was surrounded by cats, so many cats and they even had a fetish for collecting extras and chaining them to walls!