VALERIE
“If we’re leaving, we have to leave tonight,” Lucia was saying. “I don’t think Dowson will be coming back.”
I glanced to the room with the sleeping man. The door Dowson had left through was straight across the room from him. If that was our only way out, we would have to be quiet about it. “Does he leave often?” I asked.
“He sneaks out now and then,” Lucia said. “He’s a wolf—they can’t handle being locked up in small places. But there’s another reason I think we should leave right now.”
“What is it?” I asked.
A look of fear crept over her face and Lucia frowned. “I don’t think I can deny the potion another day. I’ve only gotten this far by the skin of my teeth. I just don’t have it in me to keep fighting anymore.”
“You won’t have to,” I assured her. My eyes were beginning to
