CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
He didn't like when they squirmed, or when they screamed. Fear... he didn't like fear. It bothered him. He watched as his two soon-to-be friends twisted and writhed, their hands straining against the silk rope.
The silk was expensive, but he used it to avoid bruising. He stared into the cage, making a soft cooing noise as he did.
The two women kept their eyes closed, pretending they couldn't see him. But they both tried to twist free of their bonds where they rested against the cushioned floor of his cage. The cage had once belonged to an old hunter, hired by the park to take down mountain lions—he'd managed to get it from a junkyard and install it in his own home.
It was nice to be back home. The smooth walls around him, stone set in mud. A door made of bark from hi
