Chapter Nine
Half an hour past moonset
Having hung on a good while longer than necessary to be absolutely sure he was safe—how ridiculous would it be if she screwed up at this late stage and put herself and others at risk?—Anneke began removing all the weights from the kitchen table and stacking them against the wall. It was no easy task, given she was exhausted—physically and mentally—but she got there in the end.
She took a peek into the utility room through the glass, both relieved and saddened to see Caleb huddled against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest. Relieved because there wasn’t a fang or claw in sight, but saddened because he looked cold and uncomfortable, like he was an attraction in some crappy, neglectful zoo. With a sigh, she shoved the chair and table out of the
