I use a blanket to grab the gun, and then I wrench it open, emptying the chamber.
Unmarked. Street gun. Mine, now. My wolf snarls. I focus on the gun to keep my wolf from tearing the man apart.
“Duct tape in my bag,” I tell her. She nods and rushes to get it. I tie the man and cover his mouth.
Foxfire is pale and trembling. I take a deep breath and get my rage under control. Ripping this man limb from limb won’t solve anything and will terrify her.
“Come here.” I open my arms. She dashes to them. Her body is so tiny. I swing her up and carry her to the couch, where I can comfort her and keep my eyes on the thug.
“What does he want?” Foxfire shudders.
“I don’t know, baby,” I nuzzle her throat. She’s alive. She’s safe. She’s in my arms. Foxfire and her crazy hair. I use a fistful to tu
