Chapter 6Jeremiah wasn’t sure his legs would carry him out to the woodshop. He hadn’t been out at this time of day in years. People would be getting home from work. There would be cars and people walking. Panic built in his chest. People would see him.
Too soon, Zeeb was back. He stood on the stairs, looking at Jeremiah. “Are you coming?”
“Eh…” He looked around, frantically trying to come up with an excuse not to, but it was freezing cold, and he didn’t have any boards in the house. He shivered and gave Zeeb a pleading look.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll be with you.”
Jeremiah wasn’t sure it made it better. He was about to go into a small house with a shifter. He blew out a shuddering breath. It wouldn’t be like the cold concrete room in the basement of Abbey Inlet. There was light. There would
