IT TOOK LESS THAN A minute to scale the wall, snap through the metal loop of the padlock used to secure the gate, and let Jess and Beth in. Another minute, and we’d snuck up on the house. After checking through the window and finding the kitchen empty, we entered.
“Find the keys,” I said, listening and inhaling. “Big bunch, huge ring.”
“Fridge.” As Jess moved across and snatched them up, Sean’s gasps filtered through the cellar door.
I spun round and pointed. “Open it.”
She crossed the room, fiddled with the keys, and inserted one in the lock.
“Wait.” Beth turned from Jess to me. “That’s not a good idea with you still in here, Jem. Not with the wolfsbane.”
I knew she spoke sense, yet couldn’t remove myself from the proximity of my mate. He was there—right there—and he needed me. How
