GARNETT DIDN’T ARGUE with his bear this time. He needed the animal’s strength and enhanced senses. Raul was injured, but he was still Raul. Psychotic. Murderous. Without emotion. Soulless.
And he had Garnett’s son.
The inside of the building was dark, and the bottom floor was one huge open space. Maybe this place had been a warehouse once upon a time. Maybe it had been a textile plant and dozens of workers had been hunched over long tables here. He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. Up on his hind legs, walking like a man, lumbering like a bear, he shuffled into the darkness.
Not that it was completely dark. Not to him. The animal had its uses. Enhanced sight was one of them. Saving him from nearly dying at Raul’s hands back in his mansion was definitely useful as well.
The bear inside o
