Chapter 32
“Derek doesn’t even like sweets,” I realized, the epiphany bursting through my drugged haze at the same moment the memory of Becca’s half-lupine whimper bubbled up out of my subconscious for the first time in hours. My initial task—figuring out what treat would tantalize my brother so thoroughly he’d scarf it down without noticing the embedded sedative—had proven impossible while under the influence of Dakota’s artificial psychopathy. Meanwhile, as the d**g wore off, worries that I’d struck the wrong bargain made it significantly harder to think.
We still have our favor to work with, my wolf whispered as I poked through the kitchen in search of inspiration. We can use that promise to bust Becca free.
My lupine half was right...and yet the pain of my cousin’s enforced isolatio
