CHAPTER TWELVE
NIGHT SNARLED AT THE dog that barked at her, then swallowed hard against the desire to drag it from its owner, tear at its flesh and eat its heart. But that wouldn't go over well in this new world she found herself in and might break the tenuous hold she had on the man who walked behind her.
Brett. He was stronger than he should have been; in her experience, young, handsome men had the least resistance to her. Yet this one's subconscious fought as she visualized creeping, green tentacles weaving through his mind. Her snarling lips turned to a scowl for a second before she forced them into a smile.
The search for the Collector had been fruitless so far, which grated on her. She should be able to snap her fingers and draw him to her. But this world was a mystery to her, fil
