Chapter 8The call had come just after Vicky had stepped out of the shower. Gavin had finished dressing and had closed the door leading into the main house, leaving her on her own. A fresh white towel wrapped around her torso, Vicky had been on her way to the bedroom when the cheerful tune had surprised her. No one called, and she was used to the silence. Maybe it was Gavin calling, she thought. It would be strange, but there had been plenty of strange things that had happened since she’d met him. Compared to learning that there were men and women who could turn into lions at will, an out of place phone call seemed a minor anomaly.
When Vicky ducked out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom to answer the call, her caller display told another story. It wasn’t Gavin on the phone—
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