“Why am I in a suit?” He was pretty sure he’d gone to bed in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. “Why do you spooks always start with such cryptic questions?” Dex frowned down at himself. He crossed one leg over the other and placed his laced fingers over one knee, as if he were about to have an informal business chat. He seemed to come to some kind of conclusion and pulled a chair out from the darkness to place in front of Dex.ĭex studied his adversary, noting how nonchalantly he unbuttoned his tailored suit jacket and took a seat. The Therian cocked his head to one side, his sharp gray eyes studying Dex. Refined, smooth, chiseled jaw, and handsome, with rich black hair neatly styled, he looked to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties. The Therian before him didn’t appear to be either, but appearances could be deceiving. My interest lies with you, not Sloane Brodie.”ĭex had expected a thug or a raging psychopath.
“I’ll be the one asking the questions here, Agent Daley.”Ī tall wolf Therian in an expensive gray suit emerged from the shadows. Was he hurt… or worse? Please let him be okay. He had no idea where Sloane was or the condition he was in. Someone had broken into his house and taken him from his boyfriend’s arms. He did his best to ignore the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Most likely a result from whatever they’d given him to knock him out. It was like his mouth was full of cotton. “Who are you? What is this?” Dex demanded, his voice hoarse from his dry throat. He peered into the shadows and could just about make out an outline, along with the glow of eyes. Oh God, where was Sloane? His blood ran cold, and he jerked against the restraints. Shadows surrounded him on all sides, the only light coming from the lamp hanging over his head. A halo was all he could see before he was finally able to focus on the stretch of nothingness around him. It seared his vision, and he shut his eyes tight for several seconds.
“What the hell is this?” He looked up and reeled from the stabbing white light. His eyes widened, and his heart beat furiously as he realized his wrists and ankles were zip-tied to a chair. Sloane had nuzzled his face in Dex’s hair, then kissed him good night, followed by a soft “I love you.”ĭex bolted upright, a gasp caught in his throat as he surfaced through the haze. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was Sloane’s strong arms around him, wrapping him up in warmth, holding him close. It was dark save for the halo of light floating somewhere above his head.
His limbs felt heavy, like he was swimming in molasses. He tasted blood, and his body didn’t feel like his own as he struggled through the lethargy.
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