“Did you really have to try something so stupid?” Blaise asked.
He closed and locked the door behind them. Kaela sat on the edge of the bed, then let herself fall back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes.
Back in a cage. Only this time the jailer preferred sharp words and slow smiles over immediate violence. She almost preferred Ronan’s brand of cruelty. At least it was honest.
She flexed her fingers. For all the running she had done, her body had recovered with unnatural speed. The same strange strength that had let her throw Susie through a wall still hummed under her skin. The mating mark was changing her. She was sure of it now.
“You should have known you wouldn’t get far,” Blaise continued, drawing the curtains until only a thin slit of light remained. “A
