As Jane lunged toward me, I made my own move, reaching into my bodice.
Jane grabbed my left arm, but I used my right hand to wrap the cuff on Jane’s wrist.
I expected her to wince, or gasp, or have some kind of reaction at all. Instead, she just seemed amused. She stopped short, but she also smiled at me. It was a devilish-looking smile, cat-like.
“What’s this?” she asked. “Using my own toys against me?”
“It dampens the strength of my wolf,” I said. “The one you stole.”
“Cute that you think I need the wolf to have the upper hand here.”
“I caught you,” I said. I couldn’t understand how she could be so calm about this. She was acting like she had one something, when I was the one who had trapped her.
Her smile was sharp as a dagger’s edge. “Who caught who exactly, Piper?”
A crunch of
