Chapter 17
I expected Malachi to pull over as soon as the GPS matched back up with our surroundings. After all, we now knew the location of our target, so it was time to scout the lay of the land then free my kidn*pped mate.
But, instead, my cousin kept driving, this time in the wrong direction for the sake of my increasingly antsy wolf. Despite her efforts to dull the pain, in fact, the ache within my gut kicked back into gear as the mate bond tightened between me and Sebastien. And once again, I found it difficult to think of anything beyond the possibility of the tether snapping and leaving me entirely bereft of my newfound mate.
“Malachi....” I began, only to be interrupted when my companion’s hand rose from the steering wheel to land atop my parted lips.
“Wait,” my cousin mouthed,
