Jordy
I push up to see where Grizz is taking me. He goes to his drawers and rummages around. His big hand claps down on my ass when I struggle.
“Be still.”
“Grizz, c’mon. Be reasonable.” I’d submit if I wasn’t so terrified for him. At any moment Augustine could drive up and attack.
“He can’t get in, Kit. I have a threshold. This place is my home.”
“He can send people in.”
“Humans,” he snorts as if that says it all.
“They might have guns.”
“I can heal before a bullet kills me.”
“Not a bullet to the head.” I argue. Stubborn bear. He tromps back to the bed and tosses me down. What can I say to make him care about his safety? “And what about me? I might get caught in the crossfire.”
“Yep. Already thought of that.” He’s got a rope in his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Tying you to the
