Chapter 11
A crackle of snow static rage closed up Travis’ throat for a moment. Not his own rage, such an emotion would get him killed faster than panic in this situation, but Virgil’s, streaming down the tenuous filament of their bond. It beat like an erratic pulsar, fast and loud.
Half an hour of silence, he guessed, since he’d come to in this tiny, stifled room and his captor said not one word. Travis wondered what he waited for. A partner maybe? Or a signal. Tedious, but if it bought his mate extra time to find him, Travis would hold his peace.
Another erratic pulse of something far more complicated shot through Travis’ whole being and goose bumps broke across his whole body in response. Movement in the far corner called his attention back to the room. Travis’ pheromones blanketed t
