CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE NEXT AFTERNOON, Rhys and Finn found themselves back at the museum, waiting for Dev. They were without Seema, who had scampered off after they left the museum the day before, perhaps scared off by the archaeologist's keen interest in her and her kind. Or maybe still pursuing her vendetta against wolves, be they wicked or not.
Finn sat beside him, absorbed by weaving a piece of yarn in and out between her fingers. "Cat's cradle," she said without looking up.
"I thought that was a game played by two people. Two children."
"You were wrong." Her voice didn't change, and she stayed focused on her game. After a few seconds, Rhys went back to watching the birds. Finn had arrived at his place early that morning, flushed and flustered. As soon as he'd opened the door, she'd p
