Chapter 26
“Bombing SHRITA’s headquarters last summer was a mistake,” Dakota informed me as we clattered upward, our feet echoing in the narrow stairwell. The space was unheated but I ignored the chill, more interested in the fact that Dakota had actually admitted to a blunder than I was in any minor discomfort on my part.
“Um hm,” I answered five steps later, when my companion seemed to be waiting for an answer beyond the initial nod of my head. In reaction, she glanced back at me over one shoulder, rolled her eyes, and continued with both explanation and ascent.
“Not because of the body count,” she elaborated, the scent of wolf and aggression so strong in the small space that it nearly choked me every time I took a breath. “Human blood is tasty. I’d do that part again.”
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