"I think we have a
problem."
My stomach tightened to
knots. My mind blanked. No. I couldn't do this.
"There's someone
here to see you."
I didn't see that coming.
"Huh?"
"There are two men
downstairs."
"The police?"
"No."
Slowly, the fuzziness
cleaned out, though the tiredness remained. I heard the hesitation in his
voice, felt the tension in his body.
"I don't
understand." I tried to drag myself to a sitting position. A thousand
needles stabbed my flesh. My breath caught in my chest. Tears pooled at the
corners of my eyes.
"Easy. Take it
easy."
"What's going
on?"
"I told you, we have
company."
"Where is Sari?
Stefan?"
Chris hesitated and the
caressing halted for a second.
"Sari is not here.
Stefan...is not happy about the visitors."
And then I heard it. The
low growling of werewolves coming from downstairs, muted by the hardwood floors
between us. Oh crap.
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