EVEN BEFORE WE SET foot inside, though, I got the distinct impression that the house was empty. I heard the ticking of a clock, the humming of a refrigerator, but not much else. Perhaps our target was sound asleep?
And, sure, I could see how the enforcer might have considered himself safe enough to nap in this haven far removed from all of shifter-kind. But what about the twins, who would be hungry and wet and screaming for their mother by this point in time?
No matter how you sliced it, the lack of noise was an ominous sign indeed.
Still, I took strength from the way my mate and I had so easily slipped back into sync despite the former’s bout of over-protectiveness that morning. Now we didn’t even have to speak as Hunter jimmied open a window then gave me a leg up before clambering in
