Chapter 30
“You’d better know what you’re doing,” Dakota murmured beside me, her voice low yet barbed with fire. But her anger was irrelevant to the furthering of my agenda. So, turning away, I dialed Sebastien’s number, clicking over to video this time around.
Because something told me I needed to see my mate’s face when we had our upcoming conversation. After all, he hadn’t yet texted back the expected assent. And my wolf’s displeasure simmered within my belly, suggesting my alter-ego might have noted something in our exchange that my human half had missed....
The moment Sebastien answered, though, I lost complete track of my inner wolf’s warning. Because the scene on his end slapped me backwards with an assault to my pride.
White walls, an IV bag hanging from a rail, a thin gray bla
