Chapter 29
“Not so fast.”
We’d smelled the waiting shifters from the ferry, but I hadn’t expected them to attack so swiftly. Not while cars were streaming past, headlights occasionally flickering over to light up the darkness and expose our shenanigans to one-body eyes.
The enemy’s expediency didn’t make much difference, though. Because we’d decided not to fight. After all, we didn’t even possess shoes and underwear, let alone weapons.
So I didn’t resist as I was swung around to land forehead to window glass against the side of a parked car. I didn’t resist as I was pushed into the backseat of the same vehicle, squashed up against a seething Ginger while two enemy males flanked our opposite sides. A third shifter slipped into the front seat, revved the motor, began to drive.
Only once
